Ideas Are The Very Coinage Of Your

If Thou Dost Marry, I'll Give Thee This Plague For Thy Dowry: Be Thou As Chaste As Ice, As Pure As Snow, Thou Shalt Not Escape Calumny.

Weed Your Better Judgments Of All Opinion That Grows Rank In Them.

I Am A Feather For Each Wind That Blows

If I For My Opinion Bleed, Opinion Shall Be Surgeon To My Hurt, And Keep Me On The Side Where Still I Am.

For My Own Part, I Shall Be Glad To Learn Of Noble Men.