He Must Have A Long Spoon That

My Men Like Satyrs Grazing On The Lawns, / Shall With Their Goat-feet Dance An Antic Hay.

There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

Had I As Many Souls As There Be Stars, I'd Give Them All For Mephistopheles!

What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone, But Perfect Shadows In A Sunshine Day?

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.