How Hard It Is To Hide The

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

I Were Better To Be Eaten To Death With A Rust Than To Be Scoured To Nothing With Perpetual Motion.

I Do Desire We May Be Better Strangers.

This Is No Time To Lend Money, Especially Upon Bare Friendship Without Security.

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.