Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73
What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.