If Music Be The Food Of Love,

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.

Jesu, Jesu, The Mad Days That I Have Spent! And To See How Many Of My Old Acquaintance Are Dead!

Still It Cried ‘sleep No More!’ To All The House: ‘glamis Hath Murder’d Sleep, And Therefore Cawdor Shall Sleep No More,—macbeth Shall Sleep No More!

Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key.

The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than In Vengeance.