Deception
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s
In deepest consequence.
–Macbeth,
Act I, Scene iii

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s
In deepest consequence.
–Macbeth,
Act I, Scene iii

The moon methinks looks with a watery eye;
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
—A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene i

He is deformed, crooked, old and sere,
Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere;
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
—Comedy of Errors,
Act IV, Scene ii

Here will be an old abusing of God’s patience and the King’s English.
—Merry Wives of Windsor,
Act I, Scene iv

She hath more hair than wit, and more faults
than hairs, and more wealth than faults…
Stop there. I’ll have her.
—Two Gentlemen of Verona,
Act III, Scene i

Let [him] frantic triumph for a while
And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
We’ll pull his plumes and take away his train.
—Henry VI Part 1,
Act III, Scene iii

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