Live and die in Aristotle's works.
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.
Make me immortal with a kiss.
Strike up the drum and march courageously.
I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.