Fornication: But That Was In Another Country;

Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.

Unhappy Spirits That Fell With Lucifer, / Conspired Against Our God With Lucifer, / And Are For Ever Damned With Lucifer.

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.

Love Me Little, Love Me Long.

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I Am Asham'd, However That I Seem, To Think A Word Of Such Simple Sound, Of Such Great Matter Should Be Made The Ground.