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Song of the Witches: “Double, double toil and trouble” BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (from Macbeth)

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Double, double toil and trouble;  Fire burn and caldron bubble.  Fillet of a fenny snake,  In the caldron boil and bake;  Eye of newt and toe of frog,  Wool of bat and tongue of dog,  Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,  Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,  For a charm of powerful trouble,  Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. 
Double, double toil and trouble;  Fire burn and caldron bubble.  Cool it with a baboon's blood,  Then the charm is firm and good.

An Irish Airman foresees his Death BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

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I know that I shall meet my fate  Somewhere among the clouds above;  Those that I fight I do not hate,  Those that I guard I do not love;  My country is Kiltartan Cross,  My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,  No likely end could bring them loss  Or leave them happier than before.  Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,  Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,  A lonely impulse of delight  Drove to this tumult in the clouds;  I balanced all, brought all to mind,  The years to come seemed waste of breath,  A waste of breath the years behind  In balance with this life, this death.