How Long A Time Lies In One

And Nothing Is, But What Is Not.

There Is No Slander In An Allowed Fool, Though He Do Nothing But Rail.

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.

A Woman Is A Dish For The Gods, If The Devil Dress Her Not.

To Persevere In Obstinate Condolement Is A Course Of Impious Stubbornness: 'tis Unmanly Grief.