Cynicism Is Full Of Naive Disappointments.

Every Lover's Lament Has An Element Of Boasting.

The Mind Scolds The Heart, Which Makes Excuses And Goes Its Own Way.

The Gods Are Watching, But Idly, Yawning.

Either Offer Me Something I Really Like, Or Stop Trying To Tempt Me.

Love Talks And Talks. Lust Is Brief And To The Point.