Apaga, estrela, pra luz não ver os meus desígnios negros. Fique o olho cego à mão, porém insisto que o que ele teme, feito, seja visto. -Macbeth, Ato I Cena IV

“Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fairTo be death’s conquest and make w…”

“By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one tru…”

“Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against m…”

“He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf…”