He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
Temptation: the fiend at my elbow.
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.
Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,--thou art honest.