John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued)
1444 Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
1445 Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
1446 Stands Scotland where it did?
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
1447 Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the oer-fraught heart and bids it break.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
1448 What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
1449 I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
1450 O, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
1451 The night is long that never finds the day.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
1452 Out, damned spot! out, I say!
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.
1453 Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard?
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.
1454 Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.
1455 All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.
1456 Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.
1457 My way of life Is falln into the sere, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.