Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.
Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?
I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.