Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's...

Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep!"- the innocent sleep.

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?

If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.

I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, and falls on the other.

But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we'll not fail.

But 'tis strange and oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray's in deepest consequence.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men<br /> May read strange matters..

The extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed.

Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.

A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!

[Marriage is] a world-without-end bargain.

A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

Matter and impertinency mix'd! Reason in madness!

Distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?