Hell Is The Wrath Of God--his Hate

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.

The Worst Men Often Give The Best Advice. Our Deeds Are Sometimes Better Than Our Thoughts.

Music Lives Within Thy Lips Like A Nightingale In Roses.

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.