Fortune's a right whore. If she give ought, she deals it in small parc >>
There is not in nature, a thing that makes man so deformed, so beastly >>
We are merely the stars tennis-balls, struck and bandied which way ple >>
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd one self place; for where we >>
A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell. >>
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there. >>
When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.