For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

Women's weapons, water-drops.

The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.

Remembrance of things past.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors.