Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Macbeth- William Shakespeare

"...and nothing is
But what is not."

"Art thou afeard
to be the same in thine own act and valour
as thou art in desire?"

"Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead
are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil."

"Had I but died an hour before this chance,
I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,
There's nothing serious in mortality."

"Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble."

"By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes."

"...where nothing
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile"


"She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

"I 'gin to be aweary of the sun,
And wish the estate o' the world were now undone."


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