I Count Religion But A

Hell Strives With Grace For Conquest In My Breast. What Shall I Do To Shun The Snares Of Death?

Unhappy Spirits That Fell With Lucifer, / Conspired Against Our God With Lucifer, / And Are For Ever Damned With Lucifer.

What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone, But Perfect Shadows In A Sunshine Day?

... When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.