Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth

The Thane Of Cawdor Lives, A Prosperous Gentleman; And To Be King Stands Not Within The Prospect Of Belief, No More Than To Be Cawdor.

Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of The Wise.

Soft Pity Enters An Iron Gate.

And Oftentimes, To Win Us To Our Harm, The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths, Win Us With Honest Trifles, To Betray's In Deepest Consequence

That Which I Would Discover The Law Of Friendship Bids Me To Conceal.