Spite
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
–As You Like It,
Act I, Scene iii

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
–As You Like It,
Act I, Scene iii

I think the best way were to entertain him with hope,
till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease.
–Merry Wives of Windsor,
Act II, Scene i

O, ten times faster Venus’ pigeons fly
To seal love’s bonds new-made, than they are wont
To keep obliged faith unforfeited!
That ever holds: who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down?
–Merchant of Venice,
Act II, scene vi

Come not within the measure of my wrath.
–Two Gentlemen of Verona
Act V, Scene iv

By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!
–The Tempest,
Act III, Scene ii

There’s small choice in rotten apples.
–Taming of the Shrew,
Act I, Scene i

But when you have our roses,
You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves
And mock us with our bareness.
–All’s Well That Ends Well,
Act IV, Scene ii