O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Christopher Marlowe
Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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.
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.
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
There is no sin but ignorance.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
Live and die in Aristotle's works.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
Accursed be he that first invented war.
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
Confess and be hanged.
I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.
What feeds me destroys me.
Accurst be he that first invented war.
