Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious

No Beast So Fierce But Knows Some Touch Of Pity. But I Know None, And Therefore Am No Beast.

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.

But We Have Reason To Cool Our Raging Motions, Our Carnal Stings, Our Unbitted Lusts; Whereof I Take This That You Call Love To Bea Sect Or Scion.... It Is Merely A Lust Of The Blood And A Permission Of The Will.

Patch Grief With Proverbs.

You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp.