I Am A Feather For Each Wind

I Would Challenge You To A Battle Of Wits, But I See You Are Unarmed!

Proper Deformity Shows Not In The Fiend So Horrid As In Woman.

Words, Words, Mere Words, No Matter From The Heart.

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.