... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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.
Live and die in Aristotle's works.
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
Accurst be he that first invented war.