But Satan Now Is Wiser Than Of

The Meeting Points The Sacred Hair Dissever From The Fair Head, Forever, And Forever! Then Flashed The Living Lightning From Her Eyes, And Screams Of Horror Rend Th' Affrighted Skies.

Consult The Genius Of The Place In All.

Seas Roll To Waft Me, Suns To Light Me Rise; My Footstool Earth, My Canopy The Skies.

Woman's At Best A Contradiction Still.

Of All Affliction Taught A Lover Yet, 'tis True The Hardest Science To Forget.