I am a man more sinned against than sinning

Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't

ROSS You must have patience, madam. LADY MACDUFF He had none: His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.

They do not abuse the king that flatter him. For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; The thing the which is flattered, but a spark To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing.

Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.