"Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death."

"Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn."

"For what can war but acts of war produce? And what can acts of war but wars breed?"

"Yet much remains To conquer still; peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war."

"For God, when he gave the command to multiply, did not mean that it should be a perpetual or a forced generation, but a free and voluntary one."