I 'lent' our ladder to the neighbors.
the 'Lenten' season
(..) Sinful Macduff! They were all struck for thee. Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief convert to anger. Blunt not the heart, enrage it. Gracious England hath lent us ten thousand men. Our power is ready. Our lack is nothing but our leave. Front to front you bring thou (..)2015 Macbeth