Heaven is in a grain of sand.

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

What is it men in women do require: The lineaments of gratified desire. What is it women do in men require: The lineaments of gratified desire.

My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.

The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass.

The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.

Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.