Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.
Art made tongue-tied by authority.
If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.