Found a gem in the booksale yesterday. Reading material for the plane back to manila.

Macbeth, Act IV, Scene ii:
Son: Was my father a traitor, mother?
Lady Macduff: Ay, that he was.
Son: What is a traitor?
Lady: Why, one that swears and lies.
Son: And be all traitors that do so?
Lady: Every one that does so is a traitor and must be hanged.
Son: And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
Lady: Every one.

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I pray for a sound mind and an acquiescent heart, so I would be able to walk past life without being hanged.