Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.
Blood is the god of war's rich livery.
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.