Into What Dangers Would You Lead Me,

I'll Privily Away; I Love The People, But Do Not Like To Stage Me To Their Eyes; Though It Do Well, I Do Not Relish Well Their Loud Applause And Aves Vehement, Nor Do I Think The Man Of Safe Discretion That Does Not Affect It.

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!