He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
Live and die in Aristotle's works.
Accurst be he that first invented war.
Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I am asham'd, however that I seem, To think a word of such simple sound, Of such great matter should be made the ground.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.