“After Death nothing is, and nothing, death,The utmost limit of a gasp of breath.Let the ambitious zealot lay asideHis hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride;Let slavish souls lay by their fearNor be concerned which way nor whereAfter this life they shall be hurled.Dead, we become the lumber of the world,And to that mass of matter shall be sweptWhere things destroyed with things unborn are kept.Devouring time swallows us whole.Impartial death confounds body and soul.For Hell and the foul fiend that rulesGod's everlasting fiery jails(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,Are senseless stories, idle tales,Dreams, whimseys, and no more.”

“For Hell and the foul fiend that rulesGod's everlasting fiery jails(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,Are senseless stories, idle tales,Dreams, whimseys, and no more.”

“God bless our good and gracious King,Whose promise none relies on;Who never said a foolish thing,Nor ever did a wise one.”

“I shall never forgive you for teaching me how to love life.”

“The entire piece has been devised with the French in mind. In France, fornication in the streets with total strangers is *compulsory*.”

“Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense”

“Merely for safety, after fame we thirst, For all men would be cowards if they durst.”