Words Are Grown So False, I Am

Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

I Am A Feather For Each Wind That Blows

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To Weeds.