The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act i, Sc. 3
And these are of them.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act i, Sc. 3
Related:
- Nothing is But what is not. -- 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... - Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' the building!
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 3... - Dwindle, peak, and pine. -- 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... - 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... - Truth hath a quiet breast. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- 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... - Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
