Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Woe to that land that's governed by a child.
Every why has a wherefore.
There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare
Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.