I hear such different accounts of you , as puzzle me exceedingly.

I do not know whether to trust you.
They breed and manufacture a certain brand of men these days.
I do not know whether to respect you.
They do things that would mortify any good woman.
And you?
What are you , the hungry heart , the greedy pig
Laying all you can put your hands on,
It is no concern of mine , too be honest
It's just that for once i wanted to be wrong.
I wasn't.
It's a pity.