Had I As Many Souls As There

Come Live With Me And Be My Love, And We Will All The Pleasures Prove, That Valleys, Groves, Hills, And Fields, Woods, Or Steepy Mountain Yields.

If We Say That We Have No Sin, We Deceive Ourselves, And There's No Truth In Us. Why Then Belike We Must Sin, And So Consequently Die. Ay, We Must Die An Everlasting Death.

Infinite Riches In A Little Room.

All Live To Die, And Rise To Fall.

Religion Hides Many Mischiefs From Suspicion.