For She Had Eyes And

A Light Wife Doth Make A Heavy Husband.

But To My Mind, Though I Am Native Here, And To The Manner Born, It Is A Custom, More Honored In The Breach Than The Observance.

He Is Winding The Watch Of His Wit; By And By It Will Strike.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell.

Get Thee To A Nunnery.