Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
Confess and be hanged.
All live to die, and rise to fall.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
Blood is the god of war's rich livery.