Well-apparel'd April On The Heel

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.

Men's Eyes Were Made To Look, And Let Them Gaze. I Will Not Budge For No Man's Pleasure.

Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.