What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.
There is no sin but ignorance.
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone.
I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.