I vowed eternal hatred and vengeance to all mankind
success SHALL crown my endeavours
a new species would bless me as its creator and source
I ought to be thy Adam but I am rather the fallen angel
I have a pretty present for my Victor
I was their plaything and their idol […] bestowed on them by Heaven
I ardently hope that [knowledge/ambition] may not be the serpent to sting you, as mine [has] been
Slave […] You are my creator but I am your master; obey
the cold stars shone in mockery
demoniacal corpse to which I had so miserably given life