Confess And Be Hanged.

All Live To Die, And Rise To Fall.

... When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.

You Must Be Proud, Bold, Pleasant, Resolute, And Now And Then Stab, As Occasion Serves.

Was This The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships, And Burnt The Topless Towers Of Ileum?

That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The Sweet Fruition Of An Earthly Crown.