Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
What feeds me destroys me.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Confess and be hanged.
Live and die in Aristotle's works.
Things that are not at all are never lost.
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
Accursed be he that first invented war.
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.
Accurst be he that first invented war.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
There is no sin but ignorance.
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
