All Offences Come From The Heart.

And Nothing Is, But What Is Not.

To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An Office Which The False Man Does Easy.

When Fortune Means To Men Most Good, She Looks Upon Them With A Threatening Eye.

Thou Slave, Thou Wretch, Thou Coward! Thou Little Valiant, Great In Villainy! Thou Ever Strong Upon The Stronger Side! Thou Fortune's Champion, That Dost Never Fight But Where Her Humorous Ladyship Is By To Teach Thee Safety.

Still It Cried ‘sleep No More!’ To All The House: ‘glamis Hath Murder’d Sleep, And Therefore Cawdor Shall Sleep No More,—macbeth Shall Sleep No More!