Get Thee A Good Husband, And Use

I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee, And For My Soul, What Can It Do To That, Being A Thing Immortal As Itself?

If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It Will Feed My Revenge.

I Will Not Trust You, I, Nor Longer Stay In Your Curst Company. Your Hands Than Mine Are Quicker For A Fray, My Legs Are Longer Though, To Run Away.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.