Had I but died an hour before this chance — Macbeth

"I drink to the general joy o the whole table, And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, And all to all."

"Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep, — the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravelld sleave of care, The death of each days life, sore labors bath, Balm of hurt minds, great natures second course, Chief nourisher in lifes feast."

"My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret farther. Only I say Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth; marry, he was dead. And the right valiant Banquo walked too late, Whom you may say, if ’t please you, Fleance killed, For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. Who cannot want the thought how monstrous It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father? Damnèd fact, How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents tear That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep? Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely, too, For ’twould have angered any heart alive To hear the men deny ’t. So that I say He has borne all things well."

"Fair is foul, and foul is fair; Hover through the fog and filthy air."

"A sailors wife had chestnuts in her lap, And munched, and munched, and munched: Give me, quoth I: Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries."

"Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it."