Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Has No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil....o God, That Men Should Put An Enemy In Their Mouths To Steal Away Their Brains! That We Should, With Joy, Pleasance Revel And Applause, Transform Ourselves Into Beasts!

I Am Indeed Not Her Fool, But Her Corrupter Of Words. (act Iii, Sc. I, 37-38)

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines