Metaphor Quotes in Macbeth

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men / May read strange matters.

This even-handed justice / Commends th’ ingredience of our poison’d chalice / To our own lips.

But in these cases / We still have judgement here; that we but teach / Bloody instructions, which being taught, return / To plague th’ inventor.

So I lose none / In seeking to augment it, but still keep / My bosom franchis’d, and allegiance clear, / I shall be counsell’d.

The sleeping and the dead / Are but as pictures. ’Tis the eye of childhood / That fears a painted devil.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! / Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope / The Lord’s anointed temple, and stole thence / The life o’ th’ building.

Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit, / And look on death itself!

If a man were porter of hell gate, he should have old turning the key.

’Tis unnatural, / Even like the deed that’s done. On Tuesday last, / A falcon, towering in her pride of place, / Was by a mousing owl hawk’d at and kill’d.

’Gainst nature still: / Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up / Thine own life’s means!—