Seasoned Life Of Man Preserved And Stored

Beauty Stands In The Admiration Only Of Weak Minds Led Captive.

None Can Love Freedom Heartily, But Good Men; The Rest Love Not Freedom, But License.

Tis Chastity, My Brother, Chastity; She That Has That Is Clad In Complete Steel, And, Like A Quiver'd Nymph With Arrows Keen, May Trace Huge Forests, And Unharbour'd Heaths, Infamous Hills, And Sandy Perilous Wilds; Where, Through The Sacred Rays Of Chastity, No Savage Fierce, Bandite, Or Mountaineer, Will Dare To Soil Her Virgin Purity.

Such Sober Certainty Of Waking Bliss.

Pandemonium, The High Capital Of Satan And His Peers.