Come, come, I'll go burn some sack. 'Tis too late to go to bed now. Come, knight. Come, knight.

“Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!”

“for the eye sees not itself,but by reflection, by some other things.”

“When he shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the…”

“The April's in her eyes: it is love's Spring,And these the showers to bring it …”