Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.

First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.