I Made My Own House Be My

There Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember, In Our Present Grief, Past Happiness.

In The Midway Of This Our Mortal Life, I Found Me In A Gloomy Wood, Astray, Gone From The Path Direct.

Eternal Love Made Me.

I Presumed To Fix My Look On The Eternal Light So Long That I Consumed My Sight Thereon.

The Hottest Places In Hell Are Reserved For Those Who, In Time Of Great Moral Crisis, Maintain Their Neutrality. [this Miserable Mode Maintain The Melancholy Souls Of Those Who Lived Withouten Infamy Or Praise.]