Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!
Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.
Examine well your blood.