Disarray
O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
–Julius Caesar,
Act II, Scene ii

O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
–Julius Caesar,
Act II, Scene ii

And here remain with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair!
–Coriolanus,
Act I, Scene ii

When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies…
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter’d be.
–Sonnet CXXXVIII (138)

Is he a dove? his feathers are but borrowed,
For he’s disposed as the hateful raven:
Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him,
For he’s inclined as is the ravenous wolf.
Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit?
–Henry VI Part 2,
Act III, Scene i

How courtesy would seem to cover sin,
When what is done is like an hypocrite,
The which is good in nothing but in sight!
–Pericles,
Act I, Scene i

Why strew’st thou sugar on that bottled spider,
Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?
Fool, fool! Thou whet’st a knife to kill thyself.
-Richard III,
Act I, Scene iii

Men’s evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.
-Henry VIII,
Act IV, Scene ii