| 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. |
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