You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Blood is the god of war's rich livery.