All women are ambitious naturallie
Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Love me little, love me long.
There is no sin but ignorance.