Two Women Placed Together Makes Cold Weather.

War Is No Strife To The Dark House And The Detested Wife.

When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought I Summon Up Remembrance Of Things Past, I Sigh The Lack Of Many A Thing I Sought.

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

Men's Eyes Were Made To Look, And Let Them Gaze. I Will Not Budge For No Man's Pleasure.

Thou Seest We Are Not All Alone Unhappy: This Wide And Universal Theatre Presents More Woeful Pageants Than The Scene Wherein We Play In.