There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

Why Should You Love Him Whom The World Hates So? Because He Love Me More Than All The World.

He Must Have A Long Spoon That Eats With The Devil.

Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.

Till Swollen With Cunning, Of A Self-conceit, His Waxen Wings Did Mount Above His Reach, And, Melting, Heavens Conspir'd His Overthrow.

Virginity, Albeit Some Highly Prize It, Compared With Marriage, Had You Tried Them Both, Differs As Much As Wine And Water Doth.