See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.

And Keep You In The Rear Of Your Affection, Out Of The Shot And Danger Of Desire, The Chariest Maid Is Prodigal Enough If She Unmasks Her Beauty To The Moon.

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.