For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting

Get Thee To A Nunnery.

The Will Is Deaf And Hears No Heedful Friends.

So Curses All Eve's Daughters Of What Complexion Soever.

These Signs Have Marked Me Extraordinary, And All The Courses Of My Life Do Show I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Thy Wit Is A Very Bitter Sweeting; It Is A Most Sharp Sauce.