Goodness Is Beauty In The Best Estate.

What Feeds Me Destroys Me.

Unhappy Spirits That Fell With Lucifer, / Conspired Against Our God With Lucifer, / And Are For Ever Damned With Lucifer.

Love Is Not Ful Of Pittie (as Men Say) But Deaffe And Cruell, Where He Meanes To Pray.

I Am Envy, Begotten Of A Chimney-sweeper And An Oyster-wife. I Cannot Read, And Therefore Wish All Books Were Burnt; I Am Lean With Seeing Others Eat - O That There Would Come A Famine Through All The World, That All Might Die, And I Live Alone; Then Thou Should'st See How Fat I Would Be! But Must Thou Sit And I Stand? Come Down, With A Vengeance!

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.