Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.
Your praises will become your wages.
Thou unfit for any place but hell.
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Are you up to your destiny?