It Is A Wise Mans

Rose! Thou Art The Sweetest Flower That Ever Drank The Amber Shower: Even The Gods, Who Walk The Sky, Are Amourous Of Thy Scented Sigh.

There Are Several Sorts Of Religions, Not Only In Different Parts Of The Island, But Even In Every Town; Some Worshipping The Sun, Others The Moon Or One Of The Planets.

One Man To Live In Pleasure And Wealth, Whiles All Other Weap And Smart For It, That Is The Part Not Of A King, But Of A Jailor.

Those Among Them That Have Not Received Our Religion Do Not Fright Any From It, And Use None Ill That Goes Over To It, So That All The While I Was There One Man Was Only Punished On This Occasion.

We Cannot Go To Heaven In Featherbeds.