He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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.
Strike up the drum and march courageously.
We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.
What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?