Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.

Sin will pluck on sin.

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.

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.

Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.