The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?

My stars shine darkly over me

It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.

Sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue.

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?