I do not judge you. The magistrate sits in your heat that judges you. I never thought you but a good man, John-only somewhat bewildered.

It needs a cold wife to prompt lechery.

I do not judge you. The magistrate sits in your heat that judges you. I never thought you but a good man, John-only somewhat bewildered.

I counted myself so plain, so poorly made, that no honest love could come to me.

John you are not being open with me