No, No, I Am But Shadow Of

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

Good Morrow, Fair Ones; Pray You, If You Know, Where In The Purlieus Of This Forest Stands A Sheep-cote Fenc'd About With Olive Trees?

Make Less Thy Body Hence, And More Thy Grace. Leave Gormandizing.

I Understand A Fury In Your Words But Not Your Words.