Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

All Things That We Ordained Festival Turn From Their Office To Black Funeral-- Our Instruments To Melancholy Bells, Our Wedding Cheer To A Sad Burial Feast; Our Solemn Hymns To Sullen Dirges Change; Our Bridal Flowers Serve For A Buried Corse; And All Things Change Them To The Contrary.

A Nun Of Winter's Sisterhood Kisses Not More Religiously; The Very Ice Of Chastity Is In Them.

Their Manners Are More Gentle, Kind, Than Of Our Human Generation You Shall Find.

Coward Dogs Most Spend Their Mouths When What They Seem To Threaten Runs Far Before Them.