There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

Strike Up The Drum And March Courageously.

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.

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

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I Am Asham'd, However That I Seem, To Think A Word Of Such Simple Sound, Of Such Great Matter Should Be Made The Ground.

He Must Have A Long Spoon That Eats With The Devil.