She Shall Scant Show Well That Now

This Is The Third Time; I Hope Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers. Away; Go. They Say There Is Divinity In Odd Numbers, Either In Nativity, Chance, Or Death.

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.

You Are Made Rather To Wonder At The Things You Hear Than To Work Any.

Speak, What Trade Art Thou? Why, Sir, A Carpenter. Where Is Thy Leather Apron And Thy Rule? What Does Thou With Thy Best Apparel On?

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*