Quotes About Deception

Come, seeling night,Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,And with thy bloody and invisible handCancel and tear to pieces that great bondWhich keeps me pale! Light thickens, and the crowMakes wing to the rooky wood.

And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.

Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be untilGreat Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hillShall come against him.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

And thus I clothe my naked villanyWith odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ,And seem a saint when most I play the devil.

A politician… one that would circumvent God.

To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke.

With foreheads villainous low.

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star.

Fie, fie upon her!There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look outAt every joint and motive of her body.

There's no artTo find the mind's construction in the face:He was a gentleman on whom I builtAn absolute trust.

False as dicers' oaths.

You are pictures out of doors,Bells in your parlors, wildcats in your kitchens,Saints in your injuries, devils being offended,Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt beWhat thou art promis'd. Yet do I fear thy nature;It is too full o' the milk of human kindnessTo catch the nearest way.

Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;For treason is but trusted like the fox.

A woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.

For 'tis the sport to have the enginerHoist with his own petar.

He hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows.

Great Caesar fell.O! what a fall was there, my countrymen;Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.

"Convey," the wise it call. "Steal" ' foh! a fico for the phrase!

To show an unfelt sorrow is an officeWhich the false man does easy.

Every true man's apparel fits your thief.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show:False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark,But he's an arrant knave.