All the damnable degrees Of drinking have you staggered through.

I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history.

All things do help the unhappy man to fall.

Knowledge Is Power! Train smart and obtain power!

Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.

I am Duchess of Malfi still.

Are you grown an atheist? Will you turn your body, Which is the goodly palace of the soul, To the soul's slaughter-house? Oh, the curse' d devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice-candied o'er.