Let Him Love None And Be By

Men Who Only Live To Eat.

The Smell Of Profit Is Clean And Sweet, Whatever The Source.

A Hairy Body, And Arms Stiff With Bristles, Give Promise Of A Manly Soul.

There's No Effrontery Like That Of A Woman Caught In The Act; Her Very Guilt Inspires Her With Wrath And Insolence.

Let The Straight-limbed Laugh At The Club-footed, The White Skinned At The Blackamoor.