... When All The World Dissolves, And

Religion Hides Many Mischiefs From Suspicion.

What Art Thou Faustus, But A Man Condemned To Die?

Nothing Violent, Oft Have I Heard Tell, Can Be Permanent.

Why This Is Hell, Nor Am I Out Of It: Thinkst Thou That I Who Saw The Face Of God, And Tasted The Eternal Joys Of Heaven, Am Not Tormented With Ten Thousand Hells In Being Deprived Of Everlasting Bliss! . . . When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.

Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.