Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!

First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!

Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.(attributed to)

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.

Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.