He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.

Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

Virtue's office never breaks men's troth.

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.