Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

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.

By-and-by Is Easily Said.

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

Sigh No More, Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever,- One Foot In Sea And One On Shore, To One Thing Constant Never.

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.