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

“This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.”

“Tis a commodity that will lose the gloss with lying; the longer kept, the less …”

“Over hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thoroug…”

“I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow”