Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt. – William Shakespeare

DUNCAN. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Those in commission yet return’d?
MALCOLM. My liege,
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die, who did report
That very frankly he confess’d his treasons,
Implored your Highness’ pardon, and set forth
A deep repentance. Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he owed
As ’twere a careless trifle.
DUNCAN. There’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.

Macbeth

By – William Shakespeare

• PUBLISHED: 1606
• PAGES: 97