Love Is Not Ful Of Pittie (as

Religion Hides Many Mischiefs From Suspicion.

If We Say That We Have No Sin, We Deceive Ourselves, And There's No Truth In Us. Why Then Belike We Must Sin, And So Consequently Die. Ay, We Must Die An Everlasting Death.

Who Hateth Me But For My Happiness? Or Who Is Honored Now But For His Wealth? Rather Had I, A Jew, Be Hated Thus, Than Pitied In A Christian Poverty.

What Art Thou Faustus, But A Man Condemned To Die?

Now I Will Show Myselfto Have More Of The Serpent Than The Dove;that Is--more Knave Than Fool.