She's Good, Being Gone.

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.

Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime...

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.

Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan.