I'll Note You In My Book Of

Ross You Must Have Patience, Madam. Lady Macduff He Had None: His Flight Was Madness: When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Do Make Us Traitors.

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

'tis Thought The King Is Dead; We Will Not Stay. The Bay Trees In Our Country Are All Wither'd.

Reason Thus With Life: If I Do Lose Thee, I Do Lose A Thing That None But Fools Would Keep.

What, Man, Defy The Devil. Consider, He's An Enemy To Mankind.