A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.

I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.

This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.

Say as you think and speak it from your souls.

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.