As in this world there are degrees of evils, So in this world there are degrees of devils.

Lovers die inward that their flames conceal.

Through darkness diamonds spread their richest light.

Fortune’s a right whore:If she give aught, she deals it in small parcels,That she may take away all at one swoop.

Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lustLike diamonds we are cut with our own dust

Whether we fall by ambition, blood or lustLike diamonds, we are cut with our own dust

Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.

Heaven-gates are not so highly arched As princes’ palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees.

Right! There are plots.Your beauty! Oh, ten thousand curses on ‘t!How long have I beheld the devil in crystal!Thou hast led me, like an heathen sacrifice,With music, and with fatal yokes of flowers,To my eternal...

When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.

We endure the strokes like anvils or hard steel,Till pain itself make us no pain to feel.

O me, this place is hell.

What a strange creature is a laughing fool,As if a man were created to no useBut only to show his teeth.

What’s a whore? She’s like the guilty counterfeited coin Which whosoe’re first stamps it brings in trouble all that receive it.

Take it for words. O woman’s poor revenge,Which dwells but in the tongue!

Integrity of life is fame’s best friend,Which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the end.

Oft gay and honoured robes those tortures try: We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry.

Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?So may you blame some fair and crystal river, For that some melancholic distracted manHath drowned himself in’t.

You know what whore is. Next the devil adultery,Enters the devil murder.

Whether I resolve to fire, earth, water, air, Or all the elements by scruples, I know not, Nor greatly care. – Shoot. Shoot!Of all deaths, the violent death is best;For from ourselves it steals ourselves...