Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors

Don't Trust The Person Who Has Broken Faith Once.

Thou Ominous And Fearful Owl Of Death.

You Common Cry Of Curs! Whose Breath I Hate As Reek O' The Rotten Fens, Whose Loves I Prize As The Dead Carcasses Of Unburied Men That Do Corrupt My Air, I Banish You; And Here Remain With Your Uncertainty!

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men.