What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of not of the newest poor-John. A strange fish!
O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.
Gently to hear, kindly to judge.
First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
How every fool can play upon the word!
Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea.