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Naught's had, all's spent
Where our desire is got without content.
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.
I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
talt av Macbeth - akt III, scene iv.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.