Yet Smelt Roast Meat, Beheld A Huge

I Have A Great Mind To Believe In Christianity For The Mere Pleasure Of Fancying I May Be Damned.

I Live, But Live To Die: And, Living, See Nothing To Make Death Hateful, Save An Innate Clinging, A Loathsome And Yet All Invincible Instinct Of Life, Which I Abhor, As I Despise Myself, Yet Cannot Overcome — And So I Live. Would I Had Never Lived!

Which Cheers The Sad, Revives The Old, Inspires The Young, Makes Weariness Forget His Toil, And Fear Her Danger; Opens A New World When This, The Present, Palls.

Fame Is The Thirst Of Youth.

In Hope To Merit Heaven By Making Earth A Hell.