The Grandeur Of The Dooms We Have

Wine Is Only Sweet To Happy Men.

Fade Far Away, Dissolve, And Quite Forget.

I Always Made An Awkward Bow.

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

Wherein Lies Happiness? In That Which Becks Our Ready Minds To Fellowship Divine, A Fellowship With Essence; Till We Shine, Full Alchemiz’d, And Free Of Space. Behold The Clear Religion Of Heaven!