Do Not Spread The Compost On The

But We Have Reason To Cool Our Raging Motions, Our Carnal Stings, Our Unbitted Lusts; Whereof I Take This That You Call Love To Bea Sect Or Scion.... It Is Merely A Lust Of The Blood And A Permission Of The Will.

There Are Occasions And Causes, Why And Wherefore In All Things.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

Gently To Hear, Kindly To Judge.