Shakespeare Sonnet

The future bring not foul nor fair to thee
Until the Birnam wood to Dunsinane;
Hie thee hither and fair to foul it be,
For not another night to come again.
Thy shalt not live to see the story end
Thine evil deeds in fastest sleep will show
And for a while my powers to thee lend
For thee the right things to be done, to know
Pluck from the nipple and dash out the brain
Serpents slither in the darkest of mind
And nothing else but evilness contain,
Therefore good company in us shall find.
In the end all actions will be in vain,
Behold this tragedy at Dunsinane.

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