Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

Thou Hast Most Traitorously Corrupted The Youth Of The Realm In Erecting A Grammar School.

O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Has No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil....o God, That Men Should Put An Enemy In Their Mouths To Steal Away Their Brains! That We Should, With Joy, Pleasance Revel And Applause, Transform Ourselves Into Beasts!

I Had Rather Live With Cheese And Garlic In A Windmill.

O Comfort-killing Night, Image Of Hell, Dim Register And Notary Of Shame, Black Stage For Tragedies And Murders Fell, Vast Sin-concealing Chaos, Nurse Of Blame!

For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting Joy.