More Childish Valorous Than Manly

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.

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.

Religion Hides Many Mischiefs From Suspicion.

Ah Fair Zenocrate, Divine Zenocrate, Fair Is Too Foul An Epithet For Thee.

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.