The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.
He made all countries where he came his own.
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.