Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary

Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves Who Are Out Of Favor With All Others.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Merely Players: They Have Their Exits And Their Entrances; And One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts, His Acts Being Seven Ages.

I Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me Round. The Imaginary Relish Is So Sweet That It Enchants My Sense.

I Find My Zenith Doth Depend Upon A Most Auspicious Star, Whose Influence If Now I Court Not, But Omit, My Fortunes Will Ever After Droop.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.