All Hope Is Lost Of

Better To Reign In Hell Than Serve In Heav'n.

Let Us No More Contend, Nor Blame Each Other, Blamed Enough Elsewhere, But Strive, In Offices Of Love, How We May Lighten Each Other's Burden.

What Need A Man Forestall His Date Of Grief, And Run To Meet What He Would Most Avoid?.

Morn, Wak'd By The Circling Hours, With Rosy Hand Unbarr'd The Gates Of Light.

Satan; So Call Him Now, His Former Name Is Heard No More In Heaven.