Temptation: The Fiend At My

We All Are Men, In Our Own Natures Frail, And Capable Of Our Flesh; Few Are Angels.

One Half Of Me Is Yours, The Other Half Is Yours, Mine Own, I Would Say; But If Mine, Then Yours, And So All Yours.

Can One Desire Too Much Of A Good Thing?

Small Things Make Base Men Proud.

O' Thinkest Thou We Shall Ever Meet Again? I Doubt It Not; And All These Woes Shall Serve For Sweet Discourses In Our Times To Come.