It Is Against Womanhood To Be Forward

Solitude, The Sly Enemy That Doth Separate A Man From Well-doing.

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.

Plato Found Fault That The Poets Of His Time Filled The World With Wrong Opinions Of The Gods, Making Light Tales Of That Unspotted Essence, And Therefore Would Not Have The Youth Depraved With Such Opinions.

With A Tale, Forsooth, He Cometh Unto You; With A Tale Which Holdeth Children From Play, And Old Men From The Chimney Corner.

Vice Is But A Nurse Of Agonies.