EVERYTHING WILL BE OK

T H E W I T C H I N G H O U R

“In the poison’d entrails throw.

Toad, that under cold stone,

Days and nights has thirty-one;

Swelter’d venom sleeping got,

Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot!

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn, and caldron bubble."

Excerpt from Shakespeare’s MacBeth