William Shakespeare Quotes on Devils (26 Quotes)

My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.

I know that a woman is a dish for
the gods, if the devil dress her not.

I am yet
Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
At no time broke my faith, would not betray
The devil to his fellow, and delight
No less in truth than life.

Zounds sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.

O while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.

The spirit that I have seen May be the devil and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

But truly, these same
whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their women, for in
every ten that they make the devils mar five.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.

There is a devil
haunts thee in the likeness of an old fat man; a tun of man is
thy companion.

The devil take thee, coward!

No, I will speak as liberal as the north;
Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,
All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

The And thus I clothe my naked villany With odd old ends stoln forth of holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

That's certain, if the devil may be her judge.

To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.

If not from hell, the devil is a niggard
Or has given all before, and he begins
A new hell in himself.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

Be mad, good master; cry 'The devil!

The devil can site scripture for his own purpose An evil soul producing holy witness is like a villain with a smiling cheek. Merchant Of Venice

Fie, thou dishonest Satan I call thee by the most modest terms for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy sayest thou that house is dark.

What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

John, to stop Arthur's tide in the whole,
Hath willingly departed with a part;
And France, whose armour conscience buckled on,
Whom zeal and charity brought to the field
As God's own soldier, rounded in the ear
With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil,
That broker that still breaks the pate of faith,
That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,
Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,
Who having no external thing to lose
But the word 'maid,' cheats the poor maid of that;
That smooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling commodity,
Commodity, the bias of the world-
The world, who of itself is peised well,
Made to run even upon even ground,
Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias,
This sway of motion, this commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent-
And this same bias, this commodity,
This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,
Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid,
From a resolv'd and honourable war,
To a most base and vile-concluded peace.

Refrain tonight, and that shall lend a hand of easiness to the next abstinence the next more easy for use can almost change the stamp of nature, and either curb the devil, or throw him out with wondrous potency.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Put up thy sword betime;
Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron
That you shall think the devil is come from hell.

O how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes favors There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, that sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, more pangs and fears than wars or women have, and when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, never to hope again.