Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
A deed without a name.
I 'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate.
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart!
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
I 'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antic round.
The weird sisters.
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Unless the deed go with it.
When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
Stands Scotland where it did?
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
And braggart with my tongue.
The night is long that never finds the day.
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard?
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear.
