The Devil Can Cite Scripture

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

Hamlet: Is This A Prologue, Or The Posy Of A Ring? Ophelia: 'tis Brief, My Lord. Hamlet: As Woman's Love.

A Great Cause Of The Night Is Lack Of The Sun.

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told: Many A Man His Life Hath Sold But My Outside To Behold: Gilded Tombs Do Worms Enfold.