Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou

No Man's Pie Is Freed From His Ambitious Finger.

Let The End Try The Man.

For There's No Motion That Tends To Vice In Man, But I Affirm It Is The Woman's Part.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most? Ha! Not She: Nor Doth She Tempt: But It Is I That, Lying By The Violet In The Sun, Do As The Carrion Does, Not As The Flower, Corrupt With Virtuous Season.

Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been Belch'd On By Infected Lungs.