Whether Your Time Calls You To Live

The Scourge Of Life, And Death's Extreme Disgrace, The Smoke Of Hell,--that Monster Called Paine.

It Is No Less Vain To Wish Death Than It Is Cowardly To Fear It.

My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His

Music, I Say, The Most Divine Striker Of The Senses.

Reason! How Many Eyes Hast Thou To See Evils, And How Dim, Nay, Blind, Thou Art In Preventing Them.