Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.
Thou unfit for any place but hell.
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell
The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
Every good servant does not all commands.