What Is It But A Map Of

There Is Mercy In Every Place. And Mercy, Encouraging Thought Gives Even Affliction A Grace And Reconciles Man To His Lot.

Man Disavows, And Deity Disowns Me: Hell Might Afford My Miseries A Shelter; Therefore Hell Keeps Her Ever-hungry Mouths All Bolted Against Me.

Though Peace Be Made, Yet It's Interest That Keep Peace.

There Is A Pleasure In Poetic Pains / Which Only Poets Know.

I Pity Them Greatly, But I Must Be Mum, For How Could We Do Without Sugar And Rum?