Well, I Aren't Like A Bird-clapper, Forced

The Very Truth Hath A Colour From The Disposition Of The Utterer.

A Woman's Rank Lies In The Fulness Of Her Womanhood: Therein Alone She Is Royal.

The Last Refuge Of Intolerance Is In Not Tolerating The Intolerant.

Whether Happiness May Come Or Not, One Should Try And Prepare One's Self To Do Without It.

I've Had My Say Out, And I Shall Be The' Easier For't All My Life. There's No Pleasure I' Living, If You're To Be Corked Up Forever, And Only Dribble Your Mind Out By The Sly, Like A Leaky Barrel.