Bondage Is Hoarse, And May

Make The Doors Upon A Woman's Wit, And It Will Out At The Casement; Shut That, And 'twill Out At The Key-hole; Stop That, 'twill Fly With The Smoke Out At The Chimney.

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.

He Kills Her In Her Own Humor.

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You