A Woman's Fitness Comes By Fits.

What A Pretty Thing Man Is When He Goes In His Doublet And Hose And Leaves Off His Wit!

I Have Thought Some Of Nature's Journeymen Had Made Men And Not Made Them Well, They Imitated Humanity So Abominably.

Never Anything Can Be Amiss, When Simpleness And Duty Tender It.

There's Little Of The Melancholy Element In Her, My Lord: She Is Never Sad But When She Sleeps; And Not Ever Sad Then; For I Have Heard My Daughter Say, She Hath Often Dreamt Of Unhappiness, And Waked Herself With Laughing.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.