The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Nor age so eat up my invention.
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind
Though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy.