you shall tie the marriage knot with the ropemaker's daughter and the cawing of the crows will be your wedding song.

She'll sting you one day, Oh, ever so gently, so you hardly ever feel it. 'til you fall dead.

Take me as godfather." The man asked, "Who art thou?" "I am Death, and I make all equal." Then said the man, "Thou art the right one, thou takest the rich as well as the poor, without distinction; thou shalt be godfather." Death answered, "I will make thy child rich and famous, for he who has me for a friend can lack nothing.

Chemistry is a gibberish of Latin and German; but in Leibig's hands it becomes a powerful language.

you shall tie the marriage knot with the ropemaker's daughter and the cawing of the crows will be your wedding song.

Turn back, turn back,thou pretty bride, Within this house thou must not abide. For here do evil things betide.

Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.