The Worm Is Not To Be Trusted.

But Yet, I Say, If Imputation And Strong Circumstances, Which Lead Directly To The Door Of Truth, Will Give You Satisfaction, You May Have It.

I Can Call Spirits From The Vasty Deep.

Oh God! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times Make Mountains Level, And The Continent, Weary Of Solid Firmness, Melt Itself Into The Sea.

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.

To Sleep Perchance To Dream