Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.
I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.
Sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue.