O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the hearts of desperate men!

“What matters it what went before or after,Now with myself I will begin and end.”

“Now I wantSpirits to enforce, art to enchant;And my ending is despair,Unless I …”

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.”

“The ides of March are come.Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.”