"The Thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me / In borrow'd robes?" (Macbeth)
"New honours come upon him / Like our strange garments, cleave to their mold / But with the aid of use" (Banquo)
"He hath honoured me of late; and I have bought / Golden opinions from all sorts of people / Which would be worn away now in their newest gloss / Not cast aside so soon" (Macbeth 1:5)
"Was the hope drunk / Wherein you dressed yourself?" (Lady Macbeth 1:5)
"Come thick night / And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell / That my keen knife sees not the wound it makes / Nor heaven peep through the blanket of dark / To cry 'Hold, Hold!" (Lady Macbeth 1:5)
"False face must hide what the false heart doth know" (Macbeth 1:7)
"Scarf up the eye of the pitiful day" (Macbeth 3:2)
"He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause / Within the belt of rule" (C, 5:2)
"Now does he feel his title / Hang loose upon him like a giant's robe / Upon a dwarfish thief" (Angus 5:2)