Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.
Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.
Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?