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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
    Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As ’t were a careless trifle.
          Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.
    There ’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face.
          Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.
    More is thy due than more than all can pay.
          Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.
    Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness.
          Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
    What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win.
          Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
    That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose.
          Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
    Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under ’t.
          Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
    Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
          Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
    This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
          Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6.
    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.
          Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6.
    If it were done when ’t is done, then ’t were well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch