All That Glitters Is Not

To Be Slow In Words Is A Woman's Only Virtue.

So Foul And Fair A Day I Have Not Seen.

Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

You Take My House When You Do Take The Prop That Doth Sustain My House; You Take My Life When You Do Take The Means Whereby I Live.

I'll Say She Looks As Clear As Morning Roses Newly Washed With Dew.