The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The

A Maiden Hath No Tongue--but Thought.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine, Whose Weakness, Married To Thy Stronger State, Makes Me With Thy Strength To Communicate.

Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was Now A Coward On Instinct.

Since I Do Purpose To Marry, I Will Think Nothing To Any Purpose That The World Can Say Against It; And Therefore Never Floutat Me For What I Have Said Against It; For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

Although The Last, Not Least.