Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.

In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

For We, Which Now Behold These Present Days, Have Eyes To Wonder, But Lack Tongues To Praise.

I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched In So Many Giddy Offences As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Their Whole Sex Withal.