To Good And True Love,

A Crier Of Green Sauce.

Bottle, Whose Mysterious Deep Do's Ten Thousand Secrets Keep, With Attentive Ear I Wait; Ease My Mind, And Speak My Fate.

No Clock Is More Regular Than The Belly.

We Always Long For The Forbidden Things, And Desire What Is Denied Us.

It Is Quite A Common And Vulgar Thing Among Humans To Understand, Foresee, Know And Predict The Troubles Of Others. But Oh What A Rare Thing It Is To Predict, Know, Foresee And Understand One's Own Troubles.