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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)

1348

Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

1349

Dwindle, peak, and pine.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

1350

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?

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

1351

If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

1352

Stands not within the prospect of belief.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

1353

The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

1354

The insane root
That takes the reason prisoner.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

1355

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray ’s
In deepest consequence.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

1356

Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

1357

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature. Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

1358

Nothing is
But what is not.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

1359

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

1360

Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.