Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.

There is no sin but ignorance.

I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.