Heaven Give You Many, Many Merry Days.

What Else May Hap, To Time I Will Commit.

No, No, I Am But Shadow Of Myself: You Are Deceived, My Substance Is Not Here.

Women Being The Weaker Vessels, Are Ever Thrust To The Walls.

When I Was At Home I Was In A Better Place

Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own