Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

It Is In Pardoning That We Are Pardoned.

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die

If There Be Devils, Would I Were A Devil, To Live And Burn In Everlasting Fire, So I Might Have Your Company In Hell, But To Torment You With My Bitter Tongue!

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.

Thou Seest I Have More Flesh Than Another Man, And Therefore More Frailty.