If You Spend Word For

The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On To Danger.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

Dead Shepherd, Now I Find Thy Saw Of Might. Whoever Lov'd That Lov'd Not At First Sight.

Speak Low, If You Speak Love.