The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.

Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.