1416  My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.

269  Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

797  I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

641  O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!

929  A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell.