Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,It seems to me most strange that men should fear;Seeing that death, a necessary end,Will come when it will come.

She swore, i' faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.

It will have blood, they say: blood will have blood. Stones have been known to move and trees to speak; Augures and understood relations have By maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?

Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud Without our special wonder?

O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!