The Proverb Is Something Musty.

Hell Is Empty And All The Devils Are Here.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

A Politician... One That Would Circumvent God.

Fill All Thy Bones With Aches.

I See Men's Judgments Are A Parcel Of Their Fortunes; And Things Outward Do Draw The Inward Quality After Them, To Suffer All Alike.