What A Deformed Thief This Fashion Is.

I Am Misanthropos, And Hate Mankind, For Thy Part, I Do Wish Thou Wert A Dog, That I Might Love Thee Something.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep Anon.

Heaven Give You Many, Many Merry Days.

An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.