I'm Armed With More Than Complete Steel,

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.

He That Loves Pleasure Must For Pleasure Fall.

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

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.

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