All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.

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

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.

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

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.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

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