All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Strike up the drum and march courageously.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss! . . . When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?