The Vices We Scoff At In Others

The Heart Of Man Is The Place The Devil Dwells In; I Feel Sometimes A Hell Within Myself.

God Hath Varied The Inclinations Of Men According To The Variety Of Actions To Be Performed.

All Things Are Artificial, For Nature Is The Art Of God.

Thus There Are Two Books From Whence I Collect My Divinity; Besides That Written One Of God, Another Of His Servant Nature, That Universal And Public Manuscript, That Lies Expans'd Unto The Eyes Of All; Those That Never Saw Him In The One, Have Discovered Him In The Other.

For My Part, I Have Ever Believed, And Do Now Know, That There Are Witches.