In the town live witches nine: three in worsted, three in rags, and three in velvet fine...

Those that can heal can harm; those that can cure can kill.

Don't fear tomorrow, till today's done with you.

I looked into her eyes, and saw my own staring back, the same peculiar shade, pale grey, flecked with yellow, rimmed with black. Now I knew the nature of her debt. It had weighed on her conscience for fourteen years. I was looking into the eyes of mother and I knew that I would never see her again.

Pully, hauly, tug with a will; the gods wiggle waggle, but the sky stands still.

How many miles to Babylon?
Three-score and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light?
Yes, there and back again.
If your heels are nimble and light,
You will get there by candle-light