[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Headstrong liberty is lashed with woe.

But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to bea sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.

Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.

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.

Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.