The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.

She Feared No Danger, For She Knew No Sin.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

Genius Must Be Born, And Never Can Be Taught.

Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The State.