There’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face

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

2nd Witch, Act 4, Scene I

If it were done, when ’tis done, then ’twere well it were done quickly.

What’s done cannot be undone.

She should have died hereafter- there would have been time for such a thing.

I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself, and falls on the other.