We must every one be a man of his own fancy.
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.
Nor age so eat up my invention.
You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!
ROSS You must have patience, madam. LADY MACDUFF He had none: His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.