A Light Wife Doth Make A Heavy

She Told Her, While She Kept It, 'twould Make Her Amiable And Subdue My Father Entirely To Her Love, But If She Lost It Or Made A Gift Of It, My Father's Eye Should Hold Her Loathed And His Spirits Should Hunt After New Fancies.

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

Dream In Light Years, Challenge Miles, Walk Step By Step

A Sentence Is But A Cheveril Glove To A Good Wit; How Quickly The Wrong Side May Be Turned Outward!

It Is Not, Nor It Cannot, Come To Good, But Break, My Heart, For I Must Hold My Tongue.