As You From Crimes Would

Love For Thy Love , And Hand For Hand I Give.

Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken In Jest.

By The Pricking Of My Thumbs, Something Wicked This Way Comes.

On A Day - Alack The Day! - Love, Whose Month Is Ever May, Spied A Blossom Passing Fair Playing In The Wanton Air

The Undiscovered Country From Whose Bourn No Traveler Returns.