Goodness Is Beauty In The Best Estate.

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

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!

All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.

O, Thou Art Fairer Than The Evening Air Clad In The Beauty Of A Thousand Stars.

Till Swollen With Cunning, Of A Self-conceit, His Waxen Wings Did Mount Above His Reach, And, Melting, Heavens Conspir'd His Overthrow.