A plague of all cowards, I say.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

A plague o' both your houses!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Besides, this Duncan

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

So clear in his great office, that his virtues

Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against

The deep damnation of his taking-off;

And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed

Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur

To prick the sides of my intent, but only

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,

And falls on the other.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices

Make instruments to plague us.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.