Shame
Blush, Blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
For ’tis thy presence that exhales this blood
From cold and empty veins.
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii
Blush, Blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
For ’tis thy presence that exhales this blood
From cold and empty veins.
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt.
–Cymbeline,
Act III Scene vi
And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
-Henry VI Part 3,
Act I, Scene iv
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
–Titus Andronicus,
Act II, Scene ii
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
—Macbeth,
Act III, Scene ii
‘Tis the strumpet’s plague
To beguile many and be beguiled by one:
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excess of laughter.
—Othello,
Act IV, Scene i

Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery:
nothing else holds fashion.
—Troilus and Cressida,
Act V, Scene ii