A Man Loves The Meat In His

To Stand Against The Deep Dread-bolted Thunder, In The Most Terrible And Nimble Stroke Of Quick, Cross Lightning.

Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her, She Would Infect To The North Star!

What Made Me Love Thee? Let That Persuade Thee, There's Something Extraordinary In Thee

Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen Man.