Your cause of sorrow
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
Quotes from Macbeth — William Shakespeare
1564–1616 England
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'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward
To what they were before.
But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them.
Thy soul's flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid.
Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
This avarice
Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.
For it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
Fie, my Lord, fie! a soldier, and afear'd?
This even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips.
To make society
The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
Till supper-time alone.
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