But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!

Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city

It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.