Despair Is The Damp Of

Lust-bred Diseases Rot Thee.

Any Man's Death Diminishes Me, Because I Am Involved In Mankind; And Therefore Never Send To Know For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee.

So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Often.

And To 'scape Stormy Days, I Choose An Everlasting Night.

Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve