If They Be Two, They Are Two

God Affords No Man The Comfort, The False Comfort Of Atheism: He Will Not Allow A Pretending Atheist The Power To Flatter Himself, So Far, As To Seriously Think There Is No God.

Lust-bred Diseases Rot Thee.

Art Is The Most Passionate Orgy Within Man's Grasp.

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.

At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow Your Trumpets, Angels, And Arise, Arise From Death, You Numberless Infinities Of Souls **** All Whom War, Dearth, Age, Agues, Tyrannies, Despair, Law, Chance, Hath Slain.