The Devil Is An Ass , I

Still May Syllables Jar With Time, Still May Reason War With Rhyme, Resting Never!

Who Falls For Love Of God, Shall Rise A Star.

Vice Is Like A Fury To The Vicious Mind, And Turns Delight Itself To Punishment.

What Excellent Fools Religion Makes Of Men.

I Am Beholden To Calumny, That She Hath So Endeavored To Belie Me.-it Shall Make Me Set A Surer Guard On Myself, And Keep A Better Watch Upon My Actions.