Strike Up The Drum And March Courageously.

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

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

Virginity, Albeit Some Highly Prize It, Compared With Marriage, Had You Tried Them Both, Differs As Much As Wine And Water Doth.

You Stars That Reigned At My Nativity, Whose Influence Hath Allotted Death And Hell.

There Is No Sin But Ignorance.