So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise.
Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.