A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s

Youth Is Full Of Sport, Age's Breath Is Short; Youth Is Nimble, Age Is Lame; Youth Is Hot And Bold, Age Is Weak And Cold; Youth Is Wild, And Age Is Tame.

Never Durst Poet Touch A Pen To Write Until His Ink Were Temper'd With Love's Sighs.

All Offences Come From The Heart.

I Have Bought Golden Opinions From All Sorts Of People.

Men Of Few Words Are The Best Men." (3.2.41)