Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!

There Is Nothing More Dread And More Shameless Than A Woman Who Plans Such Deeds In Her Heart As The Foul Deed Which She Plotted When She Contrived Her Husband's Murder.

Unextinguished Laughter Shakes The Skies.

Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To The Grave.