My Dancing Days Are Past.

How Sweetly Sounds The Voice Of A Good Woman! It Is So Seldom Heard That, When It Speaks,it Ravishes All Senses.

Be Wise; Soar Not Too High To Fall; But Stoop To Rise.

We Have Not An Hour Of Life In Which Our Pleasures Relish Not Some Pain, Our Sours, Some Sweetness.

Like A Rough Orator, That Brings More Truth Than Rhetoric, To Make Good His Accusation.

Virgin Me No Virgins! I Must Have You Lose That Name, Or You Lose Me.