By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

If love be rough with you, be rough with love;Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.

In the corrupted currents of this word offence's gilded hand may solve by justice, and oft, tis seen the wicked prize itself buys out the law: but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies in his true nature; And we ourselves

I have been sworn against by perjured and wicked people.

Everybody gave a thumbs-up on that,