Goodness Is Beauty In The Best Estate.

Hell Strives With Grace For Conquest In My Breast. What Shall I Do To Shun The Snares Of Death?

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

Religion Hides Many Mischiefs From Suspicion.

Where Both Deliberate, The Love Is Slight: Who Ever Lov'd, That Lov'd Not At First Sight?

Hell Hath No Limits, Nor Is Circumscribed In One Self Place, For Where We Are Is Hell, And Where Hell Is There Must We Ever Be.