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• The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle
  Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate....
• The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, "They come!
  our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn....
• I 'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off
  And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind....
• Nothing is But what is not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
• Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc.
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• The air-drawn dagger. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 5...