This Englishwoman Is So Refined, She Has

The Sea Was Angry That Day My Friend, Like An Old Man Trying To Send Back Soup At A Deli.

So I Fancy My Muse Says, When I Wish To Die, Oh No, Oh No, We Are Not Yet Friends Enough, And Virtue Also Says: We Are Not Yet Friends Enough.

Colours Are What Drive Me Most Strongly.

Love Is Not Love That Wounded Bleeds And Bleeding Sullies Slow. Come Death Within My Hands And I Unto My Love Will Go.

A Man May Forgive Many Wrongs, But He Cannot Easily Forgive Anyone Who Makes It Plain That His Conversation Is Tedious.