Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

The Thane Of Cawdor Lives, A Prosperous Gentleman; And To Be King Stands Not Within The Prospect Of Belief, No More Than To Be Cawdor.

When Clouds Are Seen Wise Men Put On Their Cloaks; When Great Leaves Fall Then Winter Is At Hand.

What's Hecuba To Him, Or He To Hecuba, That He Should Weep For Her?

The People Are The City.

Don't Judge A Man's Conscience By Looking At His Face Cause He May Have A Bad Heart.