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.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

Love me little, love me long.

Strike up the drum and march courageously.

Blood is the god of war's rich livery.

He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.

Accurst be he that first invented war.