Make me immortal with a kiss.

Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

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.

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss! . . . When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.