A Man May Be Ungrateful, But The

If It Come To Prohibiting, There Is Aught More Likely To Be Prohibited Than Truth Itself.

Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good.

Which, If Not Victory, Is Yet Revenge.

So Shall The World Go On, To Good Malignant, To Bad Men Benign, Under Her Own Weight Groaning.

Me Miserable! Which Way Shall I Fly Infinite Wrath And Infinite Despair? Which Way I Fly Is Hell; Myself Am Hell; And In The Lowest Deep A Lower Deep, Still Threat'ning To Devour Me, Opens Wide, To Which The Hell I Suffer Seems A Heaven.