A Woman's Fitness Comes By Fits.

An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your White Ewe

Because It Is A Customary Cross, As Die To Love As Thoughts, And Dreams, And Sighs, Wishes, And Tears, Poor Fancy's Followers.

The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest To The Ground.

I Will Be Treble-sinewed, Hearted, Breathed, And Fight Maliciously; For When Mine Hours Were Nice And Lucky, Men Did Ransom Lives Of Me For Jests; But Now I'll Set My Teeth And Send To Darkness All That Stop Me.

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.