How Hard It Is For Women To

I'll Be At Charges For A Looking-glass And Entertain A Score Or Two Of Tailors To Study Fashions To Adorn My Body: Since I Am Crept In Favor With Myself, I Will Maintain It With Some Little Cost.

O, Had I But Followed The Arts!

If The Masses Can Love Without Knowing Why, They Also Hate Without Much Foundation.

My Life, My Joy, My Food, My Ail The World!

Hamlet: Is This A Prologue, Or The Posy Of A Ring? Ophelia: 'tis Brief, My Lord. Hamlet: As Woman's Love.