Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth

There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?

He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.