Cold Curses
Well could I curse away a winter’s night.
Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.
-Henry VI Part 2,
Act III, Scene ii

Well could I curse away a winter’s night.
Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.
-Henry VI Part 2,
Act III, Scene ii

May one be pardoned and retain th’ offense?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offense’s gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft ’tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law.
–Hamlet,
Act III, Scene iii

For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
The thing which is flatter’d, but a spark,
To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing;
… He flatters you, makes war upon your life.
–Pericles,
Act I, Scene ii

O omnipotent Love!
How near the god drew to the complexion of a goose!
–The Merry Wives of Windsor,
Act V, Scene v

Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.
–Comedy of Errors,
Act IV, Scene iii

The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
—Julius Caesar,
Act III, Scene ii

If heaven have any grievous plague in store
Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe,
And then hurl down their indignation.
—Richard III,
Act I, Scene iii