Confess and be hanged.

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.

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.

He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.

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.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.

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