You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips

Women May Fail When There Is No Strength In Man

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.

Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth. O These Deliberate Fools!

The Brain May Devise Laws For The Blood, But A Hot Temper Leaps O'er A Cold Decree.

An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly Paragon.