Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.

ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.

We will have rings and things and fine array

For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.

The band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity.