The Man Who Acts The Least, Upbraids

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.

The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For He Who Much Has Suffer'd, Much Will Know.

If They Think I'm Going To Stop At That Stop Sign, They're Mistaken!

Too Dear I Prized A Fair Enchanting Face: Beauty Unchaste Is Beauty In Disgrace.

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.