Resentment
Anger’s my meat: I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding.
—Coriolanus,
Act IV, Scene ii

Anger’s my meat: I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding.
—Coriolanus,
Act IV, Scene ii

The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word
–Hamlet,
Act III, Scene i

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
—Timon of Athens,
Act III, Scene vi

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorse and innocency.
–King John,
Act IV, Scene iii

And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
-Richard III,
Act I, Scene iii

Marry, his kisses are Judas’s own children.
-As You Like It,
Act III, Scene iv

Few love to hear the sins they love to act…
Who has a book of all that monarchs do,
He’s more secure to keep it shut than shown.
-Pericles,
Act I, Scene i