Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.

Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.

When the age is in, the wit is out

Wish chastely, and love dearly.

Macbeth to Witches: What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on 't?

Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.