Are you grown an atheist? Will you turn your body, Which is the goodly palace of the soul, To the soul's slaughter-house? Oh, the curse' d devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice-candied o'er.
Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither.
See, a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast.
That realm is never long in quiet, where the ruler is a soldier.
Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.
I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history.