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.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

All women are ambitious naturallie

Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.

Accurst be he that first invented war.