Dispute Not With Her: She Is Lunatic.

I Shall Despair. There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die No Soul Will Pity Me: And Wherefore Should They, Since That I Myself Find In Myself No Pity To Myself?

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.

Youth Is Full Of Sport, Age's Breath Is Short; Youth Is Nimble, Age Is Lame; Youth Is Hot And Bold, Age Is Weak And Cold; Youth Is Wild, And Age Is Tame.

The Cat Will Mew, And Dog Will Have His Day.

The Past Is Prologue.