Strike Up The Drum And March Courageously.

Till Swollen With Cunning, Of A Self-conceit, His Waxen Wings Did Mount Above His Reach, And, Melting, Heavens Conspir'd His Overthrow.

Unhappy Spirits That Fell With Lucifer, / Conspired Against Our God With Lucifer, / And Are For Ever Damned With Lucifer.

Lone Women, Like To Empty Houses, Perish.

I Count Religion But A Childish Toy, And Hold There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

O, Thou Art Fairer Than The Evening Air Clad In The Beauty Of A Thousand Stars.