Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out Of Use

Let Me, If Not By Birth, Have Lands By Wit; All With Me's Meet That I Can Fashion Fit.

Frailty, Thy Name Is Woman!