Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

I Think The Devil Will Not Have Me Damned, Lest The Oil That's In Me Should Set Hell On Fire.

I Stalk About Her Door, Like A Strange Soul Upon The Stygian Banks Staying For Waftage.

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

A Man Should Be What He Seems.

Look How The World's Poor People Are Amazed At Apparitions, Signs And Prodigies!