Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present

God And His Priest And King,...make Up A Heaven Of Our Misery.

When The Voices Of Children Are Heard On The Greenand Laughing Is Heard On The Hill,my Heart Is At Rest Within My Breastand Everything Else Is Still.

Prudence Is A Rich, Ugly, Old Maid Courted By Incapacity.

I Must Create A System, Or Be Enslav'd By Another Man's.

Lo! Now The Direful Monster, Whose Skin Clings To His Strong Bones, Strides O'er The Groaning Rocks: He Withers All In Silence, And His Hand Unclothes The Earth, And Freezes Up Frail Life.