Wish You Were Better
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
That I might love thee something.
-Timon of Athens,
Act IV, Scene iii

For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
That I might love thee something.
-Timon of Athens,
Act IV, Scene iii

Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl;
For here we need it not.
-Romeo and Juliet,
Act III, Scene v

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

Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand!
Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back.
Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind
For which thou whip’st her.
–King Lear,
Act IV, Scene vi

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

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