Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.
My way of life
Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,