Her Passions Are Made Of

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

No Particular Scandal One Can Touch But It Confounds The Breather.

I Told You, Sir, They Were Red-hot With Drinking; So Full Of Valor That They Smote The Air, For Breathing In Their Faces, Beat The Ground For Kissing Of Their Feet.

Death, That Hath Suck'd The Honey Of Thy Breath Hath Had No Power Yet Upon Thy Beauty.

Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.