Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!