And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The

So Do The Dark In Soul Expire, Or Live Like Scorpion Girt By Fire; So Writhes The Mind Remorse Hath Riven, Unfit For Earth, Undoom'd For Heaven, Darkness Above, Despair Beneath, Around It Flame, Within It Death.

Though I Love My Country, I Do Not Love My Countrymen.

Never To Talk To Ones Self Is A Form Of Hypocrisy

Opinions Are Made To Be Changed Or How Is Truth To Be Got At?

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.