1 Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear.
2 Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale.
3 They did so; to the amazement of mine eyes, That look'd upon't.
4 Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil.
5 Come on, Gently my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.
6 As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move.
7 Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell: Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet grace must still look so.
8 To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.
9 If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favours nor your hate.
10 Here lay Duncan, His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers Unmannerly breech'd with gore.
11 I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.