Quotes About Temptation

It [drink] provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

We have kiss'd awayKingdoms and provinces.

Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables.

A purse of gold most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning.

Bait the hook well: this fish will bite.

Refrain tonight;And that shall lend a kind of easinessTo the next abstinence: the next more easy;For use almost can change the stamp of nature.

Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.

The air-drawn dagger.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.Art thou not, fatal vision, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? or art thou butA dagger of the mind, a false creation,Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,And recks not his own rede.

He will to his Egyptian dish again.

As she would catch another AntonyIn her strong toil of grace.

The cunning livery of hell.

William Shakespeare

A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

I am Thane of Cawdor:If good, why do I yield to that suggestionWhose horrid image doth unfix my hairAnd make my seated heart knock at my ribs,Against the use of nature? Present fearsAre less than horrible imaginings.

You are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.

They that have power to hurt and will do none,That do not do the thing they most do show,Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence.

Begin at Act II, Scene 2, line 242: Royal wench, she did lay great Caesar's sword to bed--he plowed her and she cropt.

Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!