You Are Strangely Troublesome.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

Is Man No More Than This? Consider Him Well. Thou Ow'st The Worm No Silk, The Beast No Hide, The Sheep No Wool, The Cat No Perfume. Here's Three On's Are Sophisticated. Thou Art The Thing Itself; Unaccommodated Man Is No More Than Such A Poor, Bare, Forked Animal As Thou Art.

Hamlet: Is This A Prologue, Or The Posy Of A Ring? Ophelia: 'tis Brief, My Lord. Hamlet: As Woman's Love.

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?