What Is Death, So It Be But

Man's Love Is Of Man's Life A Part; It Is A Woman's Whole Existence. In Her First Passion, A Woman Loves Her Lover, In All The Others All She Loves Is Love.

Damn Description, It Is Always Disgusting.

In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

Few Things Surpass Old Wine; And They May Preach Who Please, The More Because They Preach In Vain

That Music In Itself, Whose Sounds Are Song, The Poetry Of Speech.