Being Of No Power To

Let Still Woman Take An Elder Than Herself: So Wears She To Him, So Sways She Level In Her Husband's Heart, For, Boy, However We Do Praise Ourselves, Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner To Be Lost And Warn, Than Women's Are.

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.

Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways.