Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution
In time we hate that which we often fear.
On pain of death, no person be so bold.
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.
O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.