Death Is Terrible, Tho' Borne On Angels'

God And His Priest And King,...make Up A Heaven Of Our Misery.

Those Who Restrain Their Desires, Do So Because Theirs Is Weak Enough To Be Restrained.

Man Has No Body Distinct From His Soul; For That Called Body Is A Portion Of Soul Discerned By The Five Senses, The Chief Inlets Of Soul In This Age.

You Smile With Pomp And Rigor, You Talk Of Benevolence And Virtue; I Act With Benevolence And Virtue And Get Murdered Time After Time.

Since The French Revolution Englishmen Are All Intermeasurable One By Another, Certainly A Happy State Of Agreement To Which I Forone Do Not Agree.