O Woman, Perfect Woman! What Distraction Was

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit; There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It. And 'tis Late And Cold, Stir Up The Fire; Sit Close And Draw The Table Nigher; Be Merry And Drink Wine That Is Old, A Hearty Medicine 'gainst The Cold.

Ask How To Live? Write, Write, Write, Anything; The World's A Fine Believing World, Write News.

The Coward's Weapon, Poison.

It's Impossible To Ravish Me, I'm So Willing.

Corruption Is A Tree, Whose Branches Are Of An Immeasurable Length: They Spread Ev'rywhere; And The Dew That Drops From Thence Hath Infected Some Chairs And Stools Of Authority.