Lady Macbeth Quotes
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand.