Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?

Making night hideous.

To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down

And too soon Marred are those so early Made.

He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.

If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.