An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.
My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
The readiness is all.
Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down