There is no sin but ignorance.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
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.
Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?