Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As

O, What A World Of Vile Ill-favored Faults, Looks Handsome In Three Hundred Pounds A Year!

To Climb Steep Hills Requires A Slow Pace At First.

O Most Delicate Fiend! Who Is't Can Read A Woman? Is There More?

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

But Indeed An Old Religious Uncle Of Mine Taught Me To Speak, Who Was In His Youth An Inland Man; One That Knew Courtship Too Well, For There He Fell In Love. I Have Heard Him Read Many Lectures Against It; And I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched With So Many Giddy Offenses As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Sex Withal.