“Now I remember those old women’s words
Who in my youth would tell me winter’s tales
And speak of sprites and ghosts that glide by night
About the place where treasure hath been hid.”
—Marlowe’s “Jew of Venice.”
Prophetic Warnings.
“These true shadows.…
Forerunning thus their bodies, may approve
That all things to be done, as here we live,
Are done before all times in th’other life.”