A Feast Not Profuse But Elegant; More

The Sight Of Blood To Crowds Begets The Thirst Of More, As The First Wine-cup Leads To The Long Revel.

Now What I Love In Women Is, They Won't Or Can't Do Otherwise Than Lie, But Do It. So Well, The Very Truth Seems Falsehood To It.

You Should Have A Softer Pillow Than My Heart.

My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea.

Like To The Apples On The Dead Sea's Shore, All Ashes To The Taste.