Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.

Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

Ambition is the ecclesiastical lust.

Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.

Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who inhabit cold mirrors