"Thrice the brineded cat hath mew'd.
Thrice and once the hedge-pig win'd
Hapier cried: 'Tis time, 'tis time.
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad. that under cold stong
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Sweltr'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.