Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence; the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature.

Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court.

Words to deeds cold breath gives.

It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.

Use almost can change the stamp of nature.

As good luck would have it.

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!