Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.

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.

Though I Be But Prince Of Wales, Yet I Am The King Of Courtesy.

He That Loves To Be Flattered Is Worthy O' The Flatterer.

Slander, Whose Whisper Over The World's Diameter, As Level As The Cannon To Its Blank, Transports Its Poisoned Shot.