Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.
Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.
Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
What's done can't be undone.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season.
Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will, On whom it will not, so: yet still 'tis just.