Is it not passing brave to be a king, / And ride in triumph through Persepolis?

Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! / I'll burn my books!

When all the world dissolves, / And every creature shall be purified, / All place shall be hell that is not heaven.

I'm glad my son does not have to witness that the very people that he thought he could ride and die with wouldn't think twice about using his mother,

Brave men rejoice in adversity, just as brave soldiers triumph in war.

I'd go, but I'm not that brave.