Accurst Be He That First Invented War.

Cut Is The Branch That Might Have Grown Full Straight, And Burned Is Apollo's Laurel Bough, That Sometime Grew Within This Learned Man. Faustus Is Gone.

Confess And Be Hanged.

I Am Envy...i Cannot Read And Therefore Wish All Books Burned.

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

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.