Nothing Violent, Oft Have I Heard Tell,

Blood Is The God Of War's Rich Livery.

Lone Women, Like To Empty Houses, Perish.

Why This Is Hell, Nor Am I Out Of It: Thinkst Thou That I Who Saw The Face Of God, And Tasted The Eternal Joys Of Heaven, Am Not Tormented With Ten Thousand Hells In Being Deprived Of Everlasting Bliss! . . . When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.

You Stars That Reigned At My Nativity, Whose Influence Hath Allotted Death And Hell.

... When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.