Women May Fail When There Is No

O, The Blood More Stirs To Rouse A Lion Than To Start A Hare!

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.