Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade

When The Sun Shines Let Foolish Gnats Make Sport, But Creep In Crannies When He Hides His Beams.

Grace And Remembrance Be To You Both.

For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced?

Alas, That Love, So Gentle In His View, Should Be So Tyrannous And Rough In Proof! *it’s Sad. Love Looks Like A Nice Thing, But It’s Actually Very Rough When You Experience It.*

So Curses All Eve's Daughters Of What Complexion Soever.