The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.
Every offense is not a hate at first.