Hell Has No Benefits, Only Torture.

Forget Thyself To Marble.

Temper Justice With Mercy.

Long Is The Way And Hard, That Out Of Hell Leads Up To Light.

One Sip Of This Will Bathe The Drooping Spirits In Delight, Beyond The Bliss Of Dreams.

Methinks I See In My Mind A Noble And Puissant Nation Rousing Herself Like A Strong Man After Sleep, And Shaking Her Invincible Locks; Methinks I See Her As An Eagle Mewing Her Mighty Youth, And Kindling Her Undazzled Eyes At The Full Midday Beam.