Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak

Let Still Woman Take An Elder Than Herself: So Wears She To Him, So Sways She Level In Her Husband's Heart, For, Boy, However We Do Praise Ourselves, Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner To Be Lost And Warn, Than Women's Are.

But Say, My Lord, It Were Not Regist'red, Methinks The Truth Should Live From Age To Age, As 'twere Retailed To All Posterity, Even To The General All-ending Day.

Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out Of Use

Have More Than You Show, Speak Less Than You Know.

Too Nice, And Yet Too True!