Dreading That Climax Of All Human Ills

The Bright Sun Was Extinguish'd, And The Stars Did Wander Darkling In The Eternal Space.

Champagne With Its Foaming Whirls/as White As Cleopatra's Pearls.

Religion-freedom-vengeance-what You Will, A Word's Enough To Raise Mankind To Kill.

A Timid Mind Is Apt To Mistake Every Scratch For A Mortal Wound.

Society Is Now One Polished Horde, Formed Of Two Mighty Tries, The Bores And Bored.