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Shakespeare quotes on evil119 What potions have I drunk of Siren tears Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears, Still losing when I saw my self to win! What wretched errors hath my heart committed, Whilst it hath thought it self Source: THE SONNETS To win me soon to hell my female evil, Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil Farewell, monsieur; I have spoken better of you than you have or will to deserve at my hand; but we must do good against evil E'en a crow o' th' same nest; not altogether so great as the first in goodness, but greater a great deal in evil But truly, these same whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their women, for in every ten that they make the devils mar five What need she be acquainted? What simple thief brags of his own attaint? 'Tis double wrong to truant with your bed And let her read it in thy looks at board; Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed; Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word Not that Adam that kept the Paradise, but that Adam that keeps the prison; he that goes in the calf's skin that was kill'd for the Prodigal; he that came behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you forsake your liberty Master, be wise; an if you give it her, The devil will shake her chain, and fright us with it Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil No, be assur'd you shall not find me, daughter, After the slander of most stepmothers, Evil-ey'd unto you Ophelia, walk you here.- Gracious, so please you, We will bestow ourselves.- [To Ophelia] Read on this book, That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness.- We are oft to blame in this, 'Tis too much prov'd, that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The Devil himself In good faith, 'a cares not what mischief he does, if his weapon be out; he will foin like any devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child So, like gross terms, The Prince will, in the perfectness of time, Cast off his followers; and their memory Shall as a pattern or a measure live By which his Grace must mete the lives of other, Turning past evils to advantages Just, just! and the men do sympathise with the mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving their wits with their wives; and then give them great meals of beef and iron and steel; they will eat like wolves and fight like devils But you, that are polluted with your lusts, Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents, Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices, Because you want the grace that others have, You judge it straight a thing impossible To compass wonders but by help of devils A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon! Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ The Duke is virtuous, mild, and too well given To dream on evil or to work my downfall Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour, If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much, Thy mother took into her blameful bed Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock Was graft with crab-tree slip, whose fruit thou art, And never of the Nevils' noble race My bed was ever to thy son as true As thine was to thy husband; and this boy Liker in feature to his father Geffrey Than thou and John in manners-being as Eke As rain to water, or devil to his dam Put up thy sword betime; Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron That you shall think the devil is come from hell Revoke thy gift, Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat, I'll tell thee thou dost evil And how can that be true love which is falsely attempted? Love is a familiar; Love is a devil The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil Not in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd In evils to top Macbeth Our natures do pursue, Like rats that ravin down their proper bane, A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good heart as I can bid the other four farewell, I should be glad of his approach; if he have the condition of a saint and the complexion of a devil, I had rather he should shrive me than wive me 'Conscience,' say I, (you counsel well.' 'Fiend,' say I, 'you counsel well.' To be rul'd by my conscience, I should stay with the Jew my master, who- God bless the mark!- is a kind of devil; and, to run away from the Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who- saving your reverence!- is the devil himself Here comes another of the tribe; a third cannot be match'd, unless the devil himself turn Jew And, I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority; To do a great right do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will Antonio, I am married to a wife Which is as dear to me as life itself; But life itself, my wife, and all the world, Are not with me esteem'd above thy life; I would lose all, ay, sacrifice them all Here to this devil, to deliver you Nay, you shall hear, Master Brook, what I have suffer'd to bring this woman to evil for your good Run away with the cozeners; for so soon as I came beyond Eton, they threw me off from behind one of them, in a slough of mire; and set spurs and away, like three German devils, three Doctor Faustuses Heaven prosper our sport! No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns Arise, arise! Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio And looks not on his evils To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblest, and the ingredient is a devil Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil They that mean virtuously and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts and they tempt heaven What, do you tremble? Are you all afraid? Alas, I blame you not, for you are mortal, And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil Now they believe it, and withal whet me To be reveng'd on Rivers, Dorset, Grey; But then I sigh and, with a piece of Scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness; if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list [Aside] Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you there present Are worse than devils Could not all hell afford you such a devil? For well I wot the Empress never wags But in her company there is a Moor; And, would you represent our queen aright, It were convenient you had such a devil My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone How do you, Malvolio? How is't with you? What, man, defy the devil; consider, he's an enemy to mankind He is knight, dubb'd with unhatch'd rapier and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private brawl Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA [To FABIAN] I have his horse to take up the quarrel; I have persuaded him the youth's a devil Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion, lest you say Your queen and I are devils Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
Source: Project Gutenburg Texts
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