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Commentary on the Treachery of Man
Macbeth? The devil himself could not pronounce
A title more hateful to mine ear.
For goodness dare not check thou thy wrongs
And Fortune on [thy] damnèd quarrel smiling!
O valiant cousin? Worthy gentleman?
I remember now thriftless ambition
That will ravin up thine own lives’ means;
It makes him and it mars him, takes the reason prisoner.
I had lived a blessèd time…There’s no mercy left—
Plenteous joys, wanton in fullness, seek to
Hide themselves in drops of sorrow;
This is a sorry sight! Renown and grace is dead.
In this earthly world, to do harm is often laudable.
There’s daggers in men’s smiles; to show unfelt sorrow
Is an office which the false man does easy.
Stars, hide your fires; recoil and start
When all that is within does condemn!
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet grace must still look so, and all our
Yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
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Macbeth? The devil himself could not pronounce
A title more hateful to mine ear. (5.7.9-11)
For goodness dare not check thou thy wrongs (4.3.41-42)
And Fortune on [thy] damnèd quarrel smiling! (1.2.16)
O valiant cousin? Worthy gentleman? (1.2.26)
I remember now (4.2.82) thriftless ambition
That will ravin up thine own lives’ means; (4.2.83-84)
It makes him and it mars him (2.3.33-34), takes the reason prisoner (1.3.88).
I had lived a blessèd time (2.3.208)…There’s no mercy left— (2.3.173)
Plenteous joys, wanton in fullness, seek to
Hide themselves in drops of sorrow; (1.4.39-41)
This is a sorry sight! (2.2.29) Renown and grace is dead. (2.3.110)
In this earthly world, to do harm is often laudable. (4.2.82-84)
There’s daggers in men’s smiles (2.3.165); to show unfelt sorrow
Is an office which the false man does easy. (2.3.163)
Stars, hide your fires; (1.4.57) recoil and start
When all that is within does condemn! (5.2.27-28)
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet grace must still look so, (4.3.28-30) and all our
Yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. (5.5.25-26)
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