There's a time for all things.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73

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.

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.

Use almost can change the stamp of nature.

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