And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies.
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, or hills, or fields, Or woods and steepy mountains, yield.
Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove
Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.
I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
Mephistopheles: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss?
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
Accursed be he that first invented war.
Live and die in Aristotle's works.
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Confess and be hanged.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
What feeds me destroys me.
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.