Who Falls For Love Of God, Shall

Silence In Woman Is Like Speech In Man.

Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out Of Countenance Out Of Wit.

Tis The Common Disease Of All Your Musicians That They Know No Mean, To Be Entreated, Either To Begin Or End.

No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.

Freedom Doth With Degree Dispense.