A Harmless Necessary Cat.

I Shall Show The Cinders Of My Spirits Through The Ashes Of My Chance.

Alas, That Love, So Gentle In His View, Should Be So Tyrannous And Rough In Proof! *it’s Sad. Love Looks Like A Nice Thing, But It’s Actually Very Rough When You Experience It.*

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse.

I See You Stand Like Greyhounds In The Slips, Straining Upon The Start. The Game's Afoot; Follow Your Spirit: And Upon This Charge, Cry — God For Harry! England And Saint George!

They Love Least That Let Men Know Their Loves.