Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand.
But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.
I'm either the witch or Lady Macbeth of English politics, but someone gotta wear the pants in England when others wearing kilts
I always assumed I would leave drama school and do 'Lady Macbeth' and all sorts of serious things. It just didn't happen.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
And nothing is, but what is not.
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
To beguile the time, look like the time.