O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

That paragons description and wild fame, One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, And in the essential vesture of creation Does tire the ingener.

Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.

Oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths.

He remembers the first time he saw Olivia, and how he had felt that she cleared the air of all pestilence, and at that moment he had turned into a hart, and ever since, his own desires, like cruel hounds, have pursued him.

There's many a man has more hair than wit.

Why did you wish me milder? Would you have me 16 False to my nature? Rather say I play 17 The man I am.