The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His

For Now I Stand As One Upon A Rock Environed With A Wilderness Of Sea, Who Marks The Waxing Tide Grow Wave By Wave, Expecting Ever When Some Envious Surge Will In His Brinish Bowels Swallow Him.

Hell Is Empty And All The Devils Are Here.

I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.

For Such Things As You, I Can Scarce Think There's Any, Ye're So Slight.

Minutes, Hours, Days, Months, And Years, Pass'd Over To The End They Were Created, Would Bring White Hairs Unto A Quiet Grave. Ah, What A Life Were This!