Festive Alcohol Sometimes Leads To An Excess

So, So, Break Off This Last Lamenting Kiss, Which Sucks Two Souls, And Vapors Both Away.

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.

What Gnashing Is Not A Comfort, What Gnawing Of The Worm Is Not A Tickling, What Torment Is Not A Marriage Bed To This Damnation, To Be Secluded Eternally, Eternally, Eternally From The Sight Of God?

In Best Understandings, Sin Began, Angels Sinned First, Then Devils, And Then Man.

I Shall Die Reading; Since My Book And A Grave Are So Near.