For To Define True Madness, What Is't

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltness Of Time.

I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

Do Not Give Dalliance Too Much Rein; The Strongest Oaths Are Straw To The Fire In The Blood.

Women Being The Weaker Vessels, Are Ever Thrust To The Walls.