The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.

You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

Two women placed together makes cold weather.