Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

Good With Out Evil Is Like Light With Out Darkness Which In Turn Is Like Righteousness Whith Out Hope.

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love, The Matron's Glance That Would Those Looks Reprove.

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats