The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
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.
... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.