Damn Description, It Is Always Disgusting.

I Have Not Loved The World, Nor The World Me; I Have Not Flattered Its Rank Breath, Nor Bowed To Its Idolatries A Patient Knee, Nor Coined My Cheek To Smiles,-nor Cried Aloud In Worship Of An Echo.

Think'st Thou Existence Doth Depend On Time? It Doth; But Actions Are Our Epochs.

There Are Some Feelings Time Cannot Benumb, Nor Torture Shake.

The Premises Are So Delightfully Extensive, That Two People Might Live Together Without Ever Seeing, Hearing Or Meeting.

No Ear Can Hear Nor Tongue Can Tell The Tortures Of The Inward Hell!