I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
Make me immortal with a kiss.
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
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.