All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial. >>
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but inno >>
You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted d >>
A king is a thing men have made for their own sakes, for quietness sak >>
The supreme, the merciless, the destroyer of opposition, the exalted K >>
Kings are not born: they are made by artificial hallucination. >>
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?