Trust Not Your Daughter's Minds By What

Thou Seest I Have More Flesh Than Another Man, And Therefore More Frailty.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And In Their Triump Die, Like Fire And Powder Which, As They Kiss, Consume

Men Judge By The Complexion Of The Sky The State And Inclination Of The Day.

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter! My Lord, If You Will Give Me Leave, I Will Tread This Unbolted Villain Into Mortar, And Daub The Wall Of A Jakes With Him. *all Cheer For Shakespearean Insults*

Home-keeping Youth Have Ever Homely Wits.