The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?
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.
There is no sin but ignorance.