Had I As Many Souls As There

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.

Infinite Riches In A Little Room.

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.

O Soul, Be Changed Into Little Waterdrops, / And Fall Into The Ocean, Ne'er Be Found!

I Am Envy...i Cannot Read And Therefore Wish All Books Burned.