A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And munched, and munched, and munched: 'Give me,' quoth I:
'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed runnion cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

Macbeth (1606) act 1, sc. 3, l. 4