Speak Of Me As I Am. Nothing

The Gods Are Deaf To Hot And Peevish Vows. They Are Polluted Off'rings, More Abhorred! Than Spotted Livers In The Sacrifice.

The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven.

You May My Glories And My State Depose, But Not My Griefes; Still Am I King Of Those.

Love Moderately. Long Love Doth So. Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow. *love Each Other In Moderation. That Is The Key To Long-lasting Love. Too Fast Is As Bad As Too Slow.*

I Stand For Judgment: Answer: Shall I Have It?