To Sue To Live, I Find I

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.

Death Rock Me Asleep.

Being Daily Swallowed By Men's Eyes, They Surfeited With Honey And Began To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof A Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much. So, When He Had Occasion To Be Seen, He Was But As The Cuckoo Is In June. Heard, Not Regarded.

Put Money In Thy Purse.