Well, While I Live I'll Fear No

Make The Doors Upon A Woman's Wit, And It Will Out At The Casement; Shut That, And 'twill Out At The Key-hole; Stop That, 'twill Fly With The Smoke Out At The Chimney.

For A Noble Heart, The Most Precious Gift Becomes Poor, When The Giver Stops Loving.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

No Villainous Bounty Yet Hath Passed My Heart; Unwisely, Not Ignobly, Have I Given.

Was Ever Woman In This Humour Wooed? Was Ever Woman In This Humour Won?