The Ladies Who Try To

Those Who Talk On The Razor-edge Of Double-meanings Pluck The Rarest Blooms From The Precipice On Either Side.

What Humbugs We Are, Who Pretend To Live For Beauty, And Never See The Dawn!

The Lusts And Greeds Of The Body Scandalize The Soul; But It Has To Come To Heel.

All Reformers, However Strict Their Social Conscience, Live In Houses Just As Big As They Can Pay For.

I Can't Forgive My Friends For Dying; I Don't Find These Vanishing Acts Of Theirs At All Amusing.