That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,

And yet wouldst wrongly win.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.

That no compunctious visitings of nature

Shake my fell purpose.

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men

May read strange matters. To beguile the time,

Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,

Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,