Things Done Well And With A Care,

Ross You Must Have Patience, Madam. Lady Macduff He Had None: His Flight Was Madness: When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Do Make Us Traitors.

Love Is Like A Child, That Longs For Everything It Can Come By

Rest You Fair, Good Signior; Your Worship Was The Last Man In Our Mouths.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

My Brain More Busy Than The Labouring Spider Weaves Tedious Snares To Trap Mine Enemies.