Men Love In Haste, But They Detest

Like To The Apples On The Dead Sea's Shore, All Ashes To The Taste.

I Cannot Describe To You The Despairing Sensation Of Trying To Do Something For A Man Who Seems Incapable Or Unwilling To Do Anything Further For Himself.

Know Ye The Land Where The Cypress And Myrtle Are Emblems Of Deeds That Are Done In Their Clime? Where The Rage Of The Vulture, The Love Of The Turtle, Now Melt Into Sorrow, Now Madden To Crime!

Be Warm, Be Pure, Be Amorous, But Be Chaste.

Sweet Is Revenge-especially To Women.