Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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.
He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.