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

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

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
—Macbeth,
Act V, Scene v

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
—Macbeth,
Act III, Scene ii

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
Where got’st thou that goose look?
–Macbeth,
Act V, Scene iii