Extremity Is The Trier Of

Nature Her Custom Holds, Let Shame Say What It Will.

Day, Night, Late, Early, At Home, Abroad, Alone, In Company, Waking Or Sleeping, Still My Care Hath Been To Have Her Match'd; And Having Now Provided A Gentleman Of Princely Parentage, Of Fair Demesnes, Youthful, And Nobly Train'd, Stuff'd, As They Say, With Honourable Parts, Proportion'd As One's Thought Would Wish A Man- And Then To Have A Wretched Puling Fool, A Whining Mammet, In Her Fortune's Tender, To Answer 'i'll Not Wed, I Cannot Love; I Am Too Young, I Pray You Pardon Me'!

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.