Many Littles Make A Much.

I Would Have Nobody To Control Me; I Would Be Absolute: And Who But I? Now, He That Is Absolute Can Do What He Likes; He That Can Do What He Likes Can Take His Pleasure; He That Can Take His Pleasure Can Be Content; And He That Can Be Content Has No More To Desire. So The Matter 's Over; And Come What Will Come, I Am Satisfied.

She Wanted, With Her Fickleness, To Make My Destruction Constant; I Want, By Trying To Destroy Myself, To Satisfy Her Desire.

My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering.

Everything Disturbs An Absent Lover.

For Let Us Women Be Never So Ill-favored, I Imagine That We Are Always Delighted To Hear Ourselves Called Handsome.