“If charnel houses and our graves must send / Those that we bury back, our monuments / Shall be the maws of kites.Act III, Scene 4 · Macbeth · ★★★☆☆→
“Safe in a ditch he bides, / With twenty trenched gashes on his head; / The least a death to nature.Act III, Scene 4 · ★★★☆☆→
“Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, / Uproar the universal peace, confound / All unity on earth.Act IV, Scene 3 · Malcolm · ★★★☆☆→
“black Macbeth / Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state / Esteem him as a lamb, being compar’d / With my confineless harms.Act IV, Scene 3 · Malcolm · ★★★☆☆→
