Truly, I Would Not Hang A Dog

If I Were A Woman I Would Kiss As Many Of You As Had Beards That Pleased Me, Complexions That Liked Me And Breaths That I Defied Not

He Wears His Faith But As The Fashion Of His Hat.

Praise Us As We Are Tasted, Allow Us As We Prove.

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head? How Begot, How Nourished? Reply, Reply. It Is Engend'red In The Eyes, With Gazing Fed, And Fancy Dies In The Cradle Where It Lies.

Life's Uncertain Voyage.