Time is the king of men.
First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.