Dark Desire
Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
—Macbeth,
Act I, Scene iv

Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
—Macbeth,
Act I, Scene iv

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

He’s fall’n in love with your foulness, and she’ll fall
in love with my anger.
–As You Like It,
Act III, Scene v

Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle;
Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty;
Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle;
Softer than wax, and yet, as iron, rusty:
A lily pale, with damask dye to grace her,
None fairer, nor none falser to deface her.
–The Passionate Pilgrim

Methink’st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee.
–All’s Well That Ends Well,
Act II, Scene iii

He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit.
–Troilus and Cressida,
Act II, Scene i

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
–Henry VI, Part 3,
Act II Scene ii