Religion Hides Many Mischiefs From Suspicion.

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.

Was This The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships, And Burnt The Topless Towers Of Ileum?

Love Is Not Ful Of Pittie (as Men Say) But Deaffe And Cruell, Where He Meanes To Pray.

I Am Envy, Begotten Of A Chimney-sweeper And An Oyster-wife. I Cannot Read, And Therefore Wish All Books Were Burnt; I Am Lean With Seeing Others Eat - O That There Would Come A Famine Through All The World, That All Might Die, And I Live Alone; Then Thou Should'st See How Fat I Would Be! But Must Thou Sit And I Stand? Come Down, With A Vengeance!

I Am Envy...i Cannot Read And Therefore Wish All Books Burned.