When Lenity And Cruelty Play For A

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?

The Tongues Of Mocking Wenches Are As Keen As Is The Razor's Edge Invisible.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or Thus.

The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is Her Tomb.

Give To A Gracious Message An Host Of Tongues, But Let Ill Tidings Tell Themselves When They Be Felt.