Demoniac Frenzy, Moping Melancholy.

Praise From An Enemy Smells Of Craft.

A Man May Be Ungrateful, But The Human Race Is Not So.

The Mind Is Its Own Place, And In Itself, Can Make Heaven Of Hell, And A Hell Of Heaven.

So Glistered The Dire Snake , And Into Fraud Led Eve, Our Credulous Mother, To The Tree Of Prohibition, Root Of All Our Woe.

For Men To Tell How Human Life Began Is Hard; For Who Himself Beginning Knew?