For Mine Own Part, It Was Greek

The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put Me Into A Towering Passion.

Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of All Good.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In This I Bury All Unkindness.

The Thane Of Cawdor Lives, A Prosperous Gentleman; And To Be King Stands Not Within The Prospect Of Belief, No More Than To Be Cawdor.

Our Doubts Are Traitors And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.