'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not "clockwise". What's "clockwise"? It is nor hand, nor pen- dulum, nor face, nor any other par

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not "clockwise". What's "clockwise"? It is nor hand, nor pen- dulum, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a clock. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So "Widdershins" would, were it not "Widdershins" call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Widdershins, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all my turns.