The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

I Would Challenge You To A Battle Of Wits, But I See You Are Unarmed!

Read O'er This And After, This, And Then To Breakfast With What Appetite You Have.

There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.

Farewell, My Sister, Fare Thee Well. The Elements Be Kind To Thee, And Make Thy Spirits All Of Comfort: Fare Thee Well.

Omittance Is No Quittance.