Danger Will Wink On Opportunity.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements, These Piercing Fires As Soft As Now Severe, Our Temper Changed Into Their Temper.

Subdue By Force, Who Reason For Their Law Refuse, Right Reason For Their Law.

What Hath Night To Do With Sleep?

And Ever Against Eating Cares Lap Me In Soft Lydian Airs, Married To Immortal Verse

Let None Admire That Riches Grow In Hell; That Soil May Best Deserve The Precious Bane.