Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.

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

Lifted Up So High I Disdained Subjection, And Thought One Step Higher Would Set Me Highest.

Have Hung My Dank And Dropping Weeds To The Stern God Of Sea.

Let Us Seek Death, Or He Not Found, Supply With Our Own Hands His Office On Ourselves; Why Stand We Longer Shivering Under Fears, That Show No End But Death, And Have The Power, Of Many Ways To Die The Shortest Choosing, Destruction With Destruction To Destroy.