Macbeth

• Fair is foul, and foul is fair
• Unseam'd him from the nave to th'chaps
• Lesser than Macbeth, and greater/ Not so happy, yet much happier/ Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
• To win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths.
• This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill cannot be good
• Stars, hide your fires, let not light see my black and deep desires.
• Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thought,  Unsex me here
• Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes.
• Look like th'innocent flower, but be the serpent under't
• I have no spurs to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition which o'erleaps itself and falls on th'other
• Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums and dash'd the brains out.
• False face must hide what false heart doth know
• There's husbandry in heaven, their candles are all out
• A heavy summons lies like lead upon me.
• Have we eaten on the insane root?
• I fear thou played'st most foully for't.
• Is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee
• Art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
• Hear it not Duncan, for it is a knell, that summons thee to heaven or to hell.
• What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
• There's daggers in men's smiles