The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.

Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

Virtue's office never breaks men's troth.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.