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His flight was madness: when our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors.
268
Things without all remedy should be without regard: What's done is done.
331
'Tis much he dares; and, to that dauntless temper of his mind, he hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour to act in safety.
269
[Drink] provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
304
There's daggers in men's smiles.
287
The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.
287
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, and look on death itself.
354
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's...
246
Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep!"- the innocent sleep.
338
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?
263
If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.
252
I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, and falls on the other.
268
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we'll not fail.
354
But 'tis strange and oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray's in deepest consequence.
241
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
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Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.
245
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men<br /> May read strange matters..
260
The extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed.
257
Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.
276
A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!