Goodness Is Beauty In The Best Estate.

More Childish Valorous Than Manly Wise.

What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone, But Perfect Shadows In A Sunshine Day?

Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.

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.

... When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.