A Beardless Cynic Is The

Hope Allows Us To Bid Farewell To Fear.

That Virtue Therefore Which Is But A Youngling In The Contemplation Of Evil, And Knows Not The Utmost That Vice Promises To Her Followers, And Rejects It, Is But A Blank Virtue, Not A Pure; Her Whiteness Is But An Excremental Whiteness.

Ah Gentle Pair, Ye Little Think How Nigh Your Change Approaches, When All These Delights Will Vanish And Deliver Ye To Woe, More Woe, The More Your Taste Is Now Of Joy.

Untwisting All The Chains That Tie The Hidden Soul Of Harmony.

The Martyrs Shook The Powers Of Darkness With The Irresistible Power Of Weakness.