What Art Thou Faustus, But A Man

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

Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.

Is It Not Passing Brave To Be A King And Ride In Triumph Through Persepolis?

Fornication: But That Was In Another Country; And Besides, The Wench Is Dead.

... When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.