Live And Die In Aristotle's Works.

Is It Not Passing Brave To Be A King And Ride In Triumph Through Persepolis?

What Feeds Me Destroys Me.

... When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.

Hell Strives With Grace For Conquest In My Breast. What Shall I Do To Shun The Snares Of Death?

What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone, But Perfect Shadows In A Sunshine Day?