Blood is the god of war's rich livery.

... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Strike up the drum and march courageously.

I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!

Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.