What A Terrible Era In Which Idiots

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.

Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen Man.

Lady, You Are The Cruel'st She Alive If You Will Lead These Graces To The Grave And Leave The World No Copy.

The Daintiest Last, To Make The End Most Sweet.

Thy Wit Is A Very Bitter Sweeting; It Is A Most Sharp Sauce.