And With His Arms Crossed He Looks

The Secret To Fencing Consists In Two Things: To Give And To Not Receive.

It Is A Fine Seasoning For Joy To Think Of Those We Love.

Ah! How Annoying That The Law Doesn't Allow A Woman To Change Husbands Just As One Does Shirts.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

Without Knowledge, Life Is No More Than The Shadow Of Death