They were devils incarnate.
Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil....O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.