Appetite, A Universal Wolf.

Frame Your Mind To Mirth And Merriment Which Bars A Thousand Harms And Lengthens Life.

Since My Dear Soul Was Mistress Of Her Choice And Could Of Men Distinguish Her Election, Sh'ath Sealed Thee For Herself.

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.

Rumour: "upon My Tongues Continual Slanders Ride, The Which In Every Language I Pronounce, Stuffing The Ears Of Men With False Reports.

Let's Meet As Little As We Can