Boundless intemperance / In nature is a tyranny;

Your castle is surpris’d; your wife and babes / Savagely slaughter’d.

black Macbeth / Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state / Esteem him as a lamb, being compar’d / With my confineless harms.

A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.

More needs she the divine than the physician.— / God, God, forgive us all!

Meet we the med'cine of the sickly weal; / And with him pour we, in our country's purge, / Each drop of us.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Where gott'st thou that goose look?

Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.

Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate, / But certain issue strokes must arbitrate; / Towards which advance the war.

’Tis his main hope; / For where there is advantage to be given, / Both more and less have given him the revolt, / And none serve with him but constrained things, / Whose hearts are absent too.