The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?

More Can I Bear Than You Dare Execute.

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?

Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety.

To Be Generous, Guiltless, And Of A Free Disposition Is To Take Those Things For Bird-bolts That You Deem Cannon-bullets.