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• Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• Stands Scotland where it did? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3
• The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• The weird sisters. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1
• Nothing is But what is not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
• Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• O, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...