Let The Sap Of Reason Quench The

My Cousin's A Fool, And Thou Art Another.

Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The Heart Of Woman Is!

And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

Preposterous Ass, That Never Read So Far To Know The Cause Why Music Was Ordain'd! Was It Not To Refresh The Mind Of Man, After His Studies Or His Usual Pain?

Still It Cried ‘sleep No More!’ To All The House: ‘glamis Hath Murder’d Sleep, And Therefore Cawdor Shall Sleep No More,—macbeth Shall Sleep No More!