Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.