Our Acts Our Angels Are,

O Woman, Perfect Woman! What Distraction Was Meant To Mankind When Thou Wast Made A Devil!

It's Impossible To Ravish Me, I'm So Willing.

He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Sober, Falls As The Leaves Do, And Dies In October; But He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Mellow, Lives As He Ought To Do, And Dies An Honest Fellow.

Come, Sing Now, Sing; For I Know You Sing Well; I See You Have A Singing Face.

Of All The Forms Of Wisdom, Hindsight Is By General Consent The Least Merciful, The Most Unforgiving.