A woman that you find different or strange, or whom you may envy or covet is deemed by you all to be a witch! Anything that you do not understand, you deem witchcraft!

The Devil always takes back his own.

I know not by what power I am drawn to you, but it is as a moth is drawn to the flame, and I cannot fight it, I must be consumed.

She is a jewel far richer than a mountain of coin could bring!

Her blonde tresses now lay unbound and flowing in comely waves down her back, like pale serpents against the blue sea of her costume.

I have lived recklessly, gambled my income away at the horse races, gone whoring, have been more drunk than sober, beaten men to a pulp with my hands, have had a man’s nose cut off...

They do not call him the terror of husbands and lovers for no reason…