Women May Fail When There

That Which In Mean Men We Entitle Patience Is Pale Cold Cowardice In Noble Breasts.

There Are Many Events In The Womb Of Time Which Will Be Delivered.

Unbidden Guests Are Often Welcomest When They Are Gone.

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another: You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp, And Nick-name God's Creatures, And Make Your Wantonness Your Ignorance. Go To, I'll No More On't; It Hath Made Me Mad.