 Accurst be he that first invented war. |
| Live and die in Aristotle's works. |
| I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel. |
| Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits. |
| Our swords shall play the orators for us. |
| Above our life we love a steadfast friend. |
| Virtue is the fount whence honour springs. |
| There is no sin but ignorance. |
| Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. |
| What feeds me destroys me. |
| O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. |
| All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial. |
| Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum? |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? |
| 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? |
