Quotes
Quotes about Sin
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself.
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing.
A load would sink a navy.
I charge thee, fling away ambition:
By that sin fell the angels.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing.
They may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner,--honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We 'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips.
I had most need of blessing, and "Amen"
Stuck in my throat.
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear.
I pull in resolution, and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane."
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
Every man has business and desire,
Such as it is.
One fair daughter and no more,
The which he loved passing well.
Unpack my heart with words,
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab.
