I Do Know Of These That Therefore

Take Her Away; For She Hath Lived Too Long, To Fill The World With Vicious Qualities.

Dispute Not With Her: She Is Lunatic.

Gentle And Low, An Excellent Thing In Woman.

Jesu, Jesu, The Mad Days That I Have Spent! And To See How Many Of My Old Acquaintance Are Dead!

I Have Almost Forgotten The Taste Of Fears: The Time Has Been, My Senses Would Have Cool’d To Hear A Night-shriek; And My Fell Of Hair Would At A Dismal Treatise Rouse And Stir As Life Were In’t: I Have Supt Full With Horrors; Direness, Familiar To My Slaughterous Thoughts, Cannot Once Start Me.