We That Are True Lovers Run Into

Jaques: Rosalind Is Your Love's Name? Orlando: Yes, Just. Jaques: I Do Not Like Her Name. Orlando: There Was No Thought Of Pleasing You When She Was Christened.

The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand.

Who Finds The Heifer Dead And Bleeding Fresh And Sees Fast-by A Butcher With An Axe, But Will Suspect 'twas He That Made The Slaughter?

We Have Seen Better Days.

Appetite, A Universal Wolf.