Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of

Let Me, If Not By Birth, Have Lands By Wit; All With Me's Meet That I Can Fashion Fit.

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.

Time And The Hour Run Through The Roughest Day.

If You Prick Us Do We Not Bleed? If You Tickle Us Do We Not Laugh? If You Poison Us Do We Not Die? And If You Wrong Us Shall We Not Revenge?

You Lack The Season Of All Natures, Sleep.