The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With

A Woman Would Run Through Fire And Water For Such A Kind Heart.

But Indeed An Old Religious Uncle Of Mine Taught Me To Speak, Who Was In His Youth An Inland Man; One That Knew Courtship Too Well, For There He Fell In Love. I Have Heard Him Read Many Lectures Against It; And I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched With So Many Giddy Offenses As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Sex Withal.

Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To Feelings As To Sight?

First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear His Speech, But Say Thou Nought.

Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.