Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.
Blood is the god of war's rich livery.
It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.