You Stars That Reigned At My Nativity,

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.

Hell Hath No Limits, Nor Is Circumscribed In One Self Place, For Where We Are Is Hell, And Where Hell Is There Must We Ever Be.

Make Me Immortal With A Kiss.

Fornication: But That Was In Another Country; And Besides, The Wench Is Dead.

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.