Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of
Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream
Nothing comes from doing nothing.
Pride went before, ambition follows him.
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth