He sins against this life, who slights the next.

Live now; be damn'd hereafter.

Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the Gods; but would have Mortals hear; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their Religion has been one.

The soul of man was made to walk the skies.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

Joys season'd high, and tasting strong of guilt.

We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.