Quotes About Temptation

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

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

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows

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

Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.

For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister's flood of tears.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love. -

Dost think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale? (Twelfth Night)

To do a great right do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

By that sin fell the angels.

Them that dally nicely with words may quickly make them wanton.

Put money in thy purse.

My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.

I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.

Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.

Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban