O Have A Care Of Natures That

Caricature Is Rough Truth.

It Is The Devil's Masterstroke To Get Us To Accuse Him

Lowly, With A Broken Neck, The Crocus Lays Her Cheek To Mire.

She Whom I Love Is Hard To Catch And Conquer, Hard, But O The Glory Of The Winning Were She Won!

She Poured A Little Social Sewage Into His Ears.