Nothing is
But what is not.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act i, Sc. 3
But what is not.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act i, Sc. 3
Related:
- Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3... - What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't?
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3... - Stands not within the prospect of belief.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act i, Sc.
3... - Dwindle, peak, and pine. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
- The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3... - Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3... - What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3... - I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3... - If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
