Let Witchcraft Join With Beauty, Lust With

Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious Turtles Ere One Chaste Man.

Love Runs Away From Those Chasing Her, And Those Who Run Away, She Throws Herself On His Neck.

That Which Hath Made Them Drunk Hath Made Me Bold; What Hath Quenched Them Hath Given Me Fire.

Every Offense Is Not A Hate At First.

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!