Light and lust are deadly enemies.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.
They say miracles are past.
All of Creationโs a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest.
Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.