First Witch: When
shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Second Witch:
When the hurlyburly's done, When
the battle's lost and won.)
Third Witch: That will be ere the
set of sun.
First Witch: Where
the place?
Second Witch: Upon the heath.
Third
Witch: There to meet with Macbeth.
First Witch: I come,
Graymalkin!
Second Witch: Paddock calls.
Third
Witch: Anon.
All Fair
is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air
"Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve
greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."
From Twelfth Night (II, v, 156-159)
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
Old time is still a-flying;
And
the same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
(Robert Herrick)
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with
golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would
spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread
softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
"He
Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
from the Collected Works of W.B. Yeats
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in
the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse
near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some
mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises
to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Stopping
By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
