I Desire You In Friendship, And I

Woe, Destruction, Ruin, And Decay; The Worst Is Death And Death Will Have His Day.

For There's No Motion That Tends To Vice In Man, But I Affirm It Is The Woman's Part.

I'll Never Be Such A Gosling To Obey Instinct, But Stand As Is A Man Were Author Of Himself And Knew No Other Kin.

Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners All.

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