The Fewer Men, The Greater

He Does It With Better Grace, But I Do It More Natural.

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them

That Which Hath Made Them Drunk Hath Made Me Bold; What Hath Quenched Them Hath Given Me Fire.

A Devil, A Born Devil On Whose Nature, Nurture Can Never Stick, On Whom My Pain, Humanly Taken, All Lost, Quite Lost.

Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.