Silence In Woman Is Like Speech In

Doing, A Filthy Pleasure Is, And Short; And Done, We Straight Repent Us Of The Sport: Let Us Not Rush Blindly On Unto It, Like Lustful Beasts, That Only Know To Do It: For Lust Will Languish, And That Heat Decay, But Thus, Thus, Keeping Endless Holy-.

Ready Writing Makes Not Good Writing, But Good Writing Brings On Ready Writing.

He That Departs With His Own Honesty For Vulgar , Doth It Too Dearly Buy.

Success Hath Made Me Wanton.

I Have No Urns, No Dusty Monuments; No Broken Images Of Ancestors, Wanting An Ear, Or Nose; No Forged Tales Of Long Descents, To Boast False Honors From.