“Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it”
“Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?”
“She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
“unsex me here, and fill me, from crown to the toe, top-full of direst cruelty!”
“Duncan is in his grave. After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst; nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further”
“We have scotch’d the snake, not kill’d it”
“The night has been unruly… Our chimneys were blown down… strange screams of death… the obscure bird clamour’d the livelong night: some say, the earth was feverous and did shake.”
“I am in blood stepped in so far that, Should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o’er”
“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? “
“Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires”
“If chance will have me king, why, Chance may crown me, Without my stir.”
“Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it”