The Man Who Has No Mind Of

And If I Drink Oblivion Of A Day, / So Shorten I The Stature Of My Soul.

On A Starred Night Prince Lucifer Uprose, Tired Of His Dark Dominion Swung The Fiend . . . He Reached A Middle Height, And At The Stars, Which Are The Brain Of Heaven, He Looked, And Sank. Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.

We Know The Degree Of Refinement In People By The Matter They Laugh At And The Ring Of The Laugh.

In Tragic Life, God Wot, No Villain Need Be! Passions Spin The Plot: We Are Betrayed By What Is False Within.

Jealousy Is Love Bed Of Burning Snarl.