Double, Double, Toil And Trouble;

Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their Eyes; Fathers That Children With Their Judgment Looked; And Either May Be Wrong.

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.

Base Is The Slave That Pays.

Do Not Plunge Thyself Too Far In Anger.

This Night I Hold An Old Accustomed Feast, Whereto I Have Invited Many A Guest, Such As I Love; And You Among The Store, One More, Most Welcome, Makes My Number More.