O Fleeting Joys Of Paradise,

Hell Has No Benefits, Only Torture.

For Neither Man Nor Angel Can Discern Hypocrisy, The Only Evil That Walks Invisible, Except To God Alone.

I Fled, And Cry'd Out, Death; Hell Trembled At The Hideous Name, And Sigh'd From All Her Caves, And Back Resounded, Death.

Unless An Age Too Late, Or Cold Climate, Or Years, Damp My Intended Wing.

Calm Of Mind, All Passion Spent.