Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe

A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows Of Dross.

It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye, Kills Me To Look On't.

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.

Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

The Devil Hath Power To Assume A Pleasing Shape.