Nothing Violent, Oft Have I Heard Tell,

Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most Weep In Hell.

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

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

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I Am Asham'd, However That I Seem, To Think A Word Of Such Simple Sound, Of Such Great Matter Should Be Made The Ground.

The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The Clock Will Strike