PREFACE

All is death and decay when the lover goes
All the lovelorn knows
Pestilential air noxious vapors through out the world flows
The object of love its loss turns all the world to dross
The inner mind the world becomes
Our despair blackens all
O’er all a morbid shroud
Covers all in the grave we have made
Encased in sordid dreaminess suffocating stagnant languor
The soul-sick languishes in listlessness melancholy
Lurid thoughts perverse the soul-sick o’er and o’er rehearse
Masturbation the only solace for he or she
in the pit of despondency