Thou Lump Of Foul Deformity!

He Jests At Scars That Never Felt A Wound.

What, Man, Defy The Devil. Consider, He's An Enemy To Mankind.

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh; But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.... If I Had A Thousand Sons, The First Human Principle I Would Teach Them Should Be, To Forswear Thin Potations And To Addict Themselves To Sack.

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

Is This A Vision? Is This A Dream? Do I Sleep?