Who hateth me but for my happiness?Or who is honour'd now but for his wealth?Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus,Than pitied in a Christian poverty;For I can see no fruits in all their faith,But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride,Which methinks fits not their profession.
I count religion but a childish toy,And hold there is no sin but ignorance.Birds of the air will tell of murders past.I am asham'd to hear such fooleries!
Why this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God and tasted the eternal joy of heaven, am not tormented with ten thousand hells in being deprived of everlasting bliss?
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,And then thou must be damned perpetually.Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven,That time may cease, and midnight never come.