Stands Scotland where it did?

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak

Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

What, all my pretty chickens and their dam

At one fell swoop?

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

I cannot but remember such things were,

That were most precious to me.