Hell Is A City Much Like London

But I Am Chained To Time, And Cannot Thence Depart!

What Do You Think? Young Women Of Rank Eat - You Will Never Guess What - Garlick!

Strange Thoughts Beget Strange Deeds.

That Orbed Maiden, With White Fire Laden, Whom Mortals Call The Moon.

O! I Burn With Impatience For The Moment Of The Dissolution Of Intolerance; It Has Injured Me.