All Places Are Alike, And Every Earth

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

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

Love Me Little, Love Me Long.

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.

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.