O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Confess and be hanged.

I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.

If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.