Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.
Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.
The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.
That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.
A material resurrection seems strange and even absurd except for purposes of punishment, and all punishment which is to revenge rather than correct must be morally wrong, and when the World is at an end, what moral or warning purpose can eternal tortures answer?