Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.
I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.
They that have voice of lions and act of hares,--are they not monsters?
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.