Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep

Care I For The Limb, The Thews, The Stature, Bulk, And Big Assemblance Of A Man! Give Me The Spirit.

Beauty Within Itself Should Not Be Wasted.

If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit The Mark

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus Or Thus. Our Bodies Are Our Gardens To The Which Our Wills Are Gardeners.

Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.