All Live To Die, And Rise To

Who Hateth Me But For My Happiness? Or Who Is Honored Now But For His Wealth? Rather Had I, A Jew, Be Hated Thus, Than Pitied In A Christian Poverty.

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

Nothing Violent, Oft Have I Heard Tell, Can Be Permanent.

Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most Weep In Hell.

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.