Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings

One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell Can Hold

The Why Is Plain As Way To Parish Church: He That A Fool Doth Very Wisely Hit Doth Very Foolishly, Although He Smart, Not To Seem Senseless Of The Bob; If Not, The Wise Man's Folly Is Anatomiz'd Even By The Squand'ring Glances Of The Fool.

He Is Not Worthy Of The Honey-comb, That Shuns The Hives Because The Bees Have Stings.

O Constancy, Be Strong Upon My Side, Set A Huge Mountain 'tween My Heart And Tongue! I Have A Man's Mind, But A Woman's Might.

When Great Leaves Fall, The Winter Is At Hand.