That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act i, Sc. 5
Shake my fell purpose.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act i, Sc. 5
Related:
- My fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in 't:
I have supp'd full with horrors. -- William Shakespeare... - Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i... - Infirm of purpose!
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc.... - I gin to be aweary of the sun.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Macbeth -- Act v, Sc.... - Thou canst not say I did it; never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii... - What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv... - And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature.
Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. ... - Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of... - My little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii...
