Money can’t buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.

Accursed be he that first invented war.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

What feeds me destroys me.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?

Accurst be he that first invented war.

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.

I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

Money can’t buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

There is no sin but ignorance.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Confess and be hanged.

Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Live and die in Aristotle’s works.