Damn Description, It Is Always Disgusting.

Though Sages May Pour Out Their Wisdom's Treasure, There Is No Sterner Moralist Than Pleasure.

As Falls The Dew On Quenchless Sands, Blood Only Serves To Wash Ambition's Hands.

There's Naught, No Doubt, So Much The Spirit Calms As Rum And True Religion.

Yet I Did Love Thee To The Last, As Ferverently As Thou, Who Didst Not Change Through All The Past, And Canst Not Alter Now.

Ah, Happy Years! Once More Who Would Not Be A Boy?