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Sep 29, 2025
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
A little water clears us of this deed.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
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