Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act iv, Sc. 3
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act iv, Sc. 3
Related:
- What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3... - Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet
-- Act iii, Sc.
3... - Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3... - The night is long that never finds the day.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act iv, Sc.
3... - Stands Scotland where it did? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3
- The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3... - The weird sisters. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1
- Nothing is But what is not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
- I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
