A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.
John WebsterAre you grown an atheist? Will you turn your body, Which is the goodly palace of the soul, To the soul's slaughter-house? Oh, the curse' d devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice-candied o'er.
John WebsterThat friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.
John Webster