So. Lie there, my art.

Nature's tears are reason's merriment.

I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

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.

There's a time for all things.

Security is the chief enemy of mortals.

It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.