All That Glitters Is Not Gold.

Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

I May Neither Choose Who I Would, Nor Refuse Who I Dislike; So Is The Will Of A Living Daughter Curbed By The Will Of A Dead Father.

O, Let Him Pass. He Hates Him That Would Upon The Rack Of This Tough World Stretch Him Out Longer.

Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires.

It Is Not Enough To Speak, But To Speak Truee