Confess And Be Hanged.

All Places Are Alike, And Every Earth Is Fit For Burial.

That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The Sweet Fruition Of An Earthly Crown.

I Count Religion But A Childish Toy, And Hold There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

Above Our Life We Love A Steadfast Friend.

If We Say That We Have No Sin, We Deceive Ourselves, And There's No Truth In Us. Why Then Belike We Must Sin, And So Consequently Die. Ay, We Must Die An Everlasting Death.