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• My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in '
  I have supp'd full with horrors. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 5...
• Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• Infirm of purpose! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2
• I gin to be aweary of the sun. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 5
• Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature.
  Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc....
• Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty!
  make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse That no compunctious visiting of nature Shake my fell purpose, not keep peace between The effect and it!...
• My little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 5...