Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.

Blood Is The God Of War's Rich Livery.

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

Religion Hides Many Mischiefs From Suspicion.

Cut Is The Branch That Might Have Grown Full Straight, And Burned Is Apollo's Laurel Bough, That Sometime Grew Within This Learned Man. Faustus Is Gone.