Double, Double, Toil And Trouble; Fire Burn,

To Sleep Perchance To Dream

Coward Dogs Most Spend Their Mouths When What They Seem To Threaten Runs Far Before Them.

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.

One May Smile, And Smile, And Be A Villain.