Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.

Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.

Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.

To be direct and honest is not safe.

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?