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.

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.

O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.

The instruments of darkness tell us truths.

My crown is in my heart, not on my head.

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!