The More Pity, That Fools May Not

The Rest, Is Silence.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

Every Offense Is Not A Hate At First.

But 'tis Common Proof, That Lowliness Is Young Ambition's Ladder, Whereto The Climber-upward Turns His Face; But When He Once Attains The Upmost Round, He Then Turns His Back, Looks In The Clouds, Scorning The Vase Defrees By Which He Did Ascend.

Faults That Are Rich Are Fair.