Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
“Be not thou so foolish nice,
As to be intreated twice;
What should women more incite
Than their own sweet appetite?
Shall savage things more freedom have
Than nature unto women gave?
The swan, the turtle, and the sparrow
Bill awhile, then take the marrow.
They bill, they kiss, what else they do
Come bill, and kiss, and I’ll show you.”
Anonymous | “Invitation to Dalliance”