I Understand A Fury In Your Words

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

Thy Words, I Grant Are Bigger, For I Wear Not, My Dagger In My Mouth.

A Nun Of Winter's Sisterhood Kisses Not More Religiously; The Very Ice Of Chastity Is In Them.

If I For My Opinion Bleed, Opinion Shall Be Surgeon To My Hurt, And Keep Me On The Side Where Still I Am.