Since We Cannot Match It Let Us

A Lady Could Not Boast Of Her Chastity Who Was Never Tempted.

My Trade And Art Is To Live.

Those That Will Combat Use And Custom By The Strict Rules Of Grammar Do But Jest

If My Intentions Were Not To Be Read In My Eyes And Voice, I Should Not Have Survived So Long Without Quarrels And Without Harm, Seeing The Indiscreet Freedom With Which I Say, Right Or Wrong, Whatever Comes Into My Head.

Rash And Incessant Scolding Runs Into Custom And Renders Itself Despised.