I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!
Christopher MarloweHell 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.
Christopher Marlowe