Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My

Speak, What Trade Art Thou? Why, Sir, A Carpenter. Where Is Thy Leather Apron And Thy Rule? What Does Thou With Thy Best Apparel On?

Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

A Woman Is A Dish For The Gods, If The Devil Dress Her Not.

Dumb Jewels Often, In Their Silent Kind, More Than Quick Words, Do Move A Woman's Mind.