Thy Decay's Still Impregnate With Divinity.

We Of The Craft Are All Crazy.

The Devil Was The First Democrat

The Poor Dog, In Life The Firmest Friend. The First To Welcome, Foremost To Defend.

Who Then Will Explain The Explanation?

I Am Never Long, Even In The Society Of Her I Love, Without Yearning For The Company Of My Lamp And My Library.