For the lips of a strange woman drop of an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: but her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
Proverbs 5:3-4
The wind was a torrent of darkness, among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
Alfred Noyes: The Highwayman
