And Write About It, Goddess, And About

So Perish All Who Do The Like Again.

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.

Not To Go Back Is Somewhat To Advance, And Men Must Walk, At Least, Before They Dance.

Dear, Damned, Distracting Town, Farewell! Thy Fools No More I'll Tease: This Year In Peace, Ye Critics, Dwell, Ye Harlots, Sleep At Ease!

Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.