I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.
So fair and foul a day i had not seen.
You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, 'Ah, ha! are caught!'
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Take pains. Be perfect.