Our Content Is Our Best Having.

We That Are True Lovers Run Into Strange Capers; But As All Is Mortal In Nature, So Is All Nature In Love Mortal In Folly.

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.

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do

Our Rash Faults Make Trivial Price Of Serious Thing We Have, Not Knowing Them Until We Know Their Grave.

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.