Bastard Freedom Waves Her Fustian Flag In

This Wretched Brain Gave Way, And I Became A Wreck At Random Driven, Without One Glimpse Of Reason Or Heaven.

I Have Plenty Of Machinery Around Me; What I Really Need Is A More Enchanting World In Which To Live And Work.

Like Ships That Have Gone Down At Sea, When Heaven Was All Tranquillity.

It May Help Us, In Those Times Of Trouble, To Remember That Love Is Not Only About Relationship, It Is Also An Affair Of The Soul.

The Devil...the Prowde Spirite...cannot Endure To Be Mocked.