Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most

Fornication: But That Was In Another Country; And Besides, The Wench Is Dead.

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

I Count Religion But A Childish Toy, And Hold There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

Love Me Little, Love Me Long.

Religion Hides Many Mischiefs From Suspicion.