Nothing But Man Of All

Death Is An Ascension To A Better Library.

The Heavens Rejoice In Motion, Why Should I Abjure My So Much Loved Variety.

Kind Pity Chokes My Spleen.

At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow Your Trumpets, Angels, And Arise, Arise From Death, You Numberless Infinities Of Souls **** All Whom War, Dearth, Age, Agues, Tyrannies, Despair, Law, Chance, Hath Slain.

A Man That Is Not Afraid Of A Lion Is Afraid Of A Cat .