Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue, Nor Any

I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched In So Many Giddy Offences As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Their Whole Sex Withal.

As True As Steel, As Plantage To The Moon, As Sun To Day, At Turtle To Her Mate, As Iron To Adamant, As Earth To Centre.

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

Lord Bacon Told Sir Edward Coke When He Was Boasting, The Less You Speak Of Your Greatness, The More Shall I Think Of It.