Things That Are Not At All, Are

Make Me Immortal With A Kiss.

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.

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.

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

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.