Misery
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
—Macbeth,
Act V, Scene v

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
—Macbeth,
Act V, Scene v

All gold and silver rather turn to dirt.
–Cymbeline,
Act III Scene vi

Thyself upon thyself!
–Troilus and Cressida,
Act II, Scene iii

Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle
in my corrupted blood… But I’ll not chide thee.
-King Lear,
Act II, Scene ii

Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
–Titus Andronicus,
Act II, Scene ii

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
—Macbeth,
Act III, Scene ii

‘Tis the strumpet’s plague
To beguile many and be beguiled by one:
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excess of laughter.
—Othello,
Act IV, Scene i