I Am Ashes Where Once I Was

This Is The Patent Age Of New Inventions For Killing Bodies, And For Saving Souls. All Propagated With The Best Intentions.

Sweet Is Revenge-especially To Women.

The Sight Of Blood To Crowds Begets The Thirst Of More, As The First Wine-cup Leads To The Long Revel.

Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.

No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To Show, For Truth Denies All Eloquence To Woe.