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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Confess and be hanged.
What feeds me destroys me.
Make me immortal with a kiss.
Love me little, love me long.
There is no sin but ignorance.
Infinite riches in a little room.
All live to die, and rise to fall.
All women are ambitious naturallie
Live and die in Aristotle's works.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
Accurst be he that first invented war.
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
Blood is the god of war's rich livery.
Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do.
Accursed be he that first invented war.
More childish valorous than manly wise.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
Strike up the drum and march courageously.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?
He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.
I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.
You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!
