Lady," She Whimpered Softly, Wondering If She

Of All The Bright Cruel Lies They Tell You, The Cruelest Is The One Called Love.

All My Life Men Like You've Sneered At Me, And All My Life I've Been Knocking Men Like You Into The Dust.

Some Gave Me Soft Words And Some Blunt, Some Made Excuses, Some Promises, Some Only Lied. In The End Words Are Just Wind.

You Mistake Patience For Forbearance.

Tarly, When I Was A Lad Half Your Age, My Lady Mother Told Me That If I Stood About With My Mouth Open, A Weasel Was Like To Mistake It For His Lair And Run Down My Throat. If You Have Something To Say, Say It. Otherwise, Beware Of Weasels.