Women May Fall When There's No Strength

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

So Wise So Young, They Say, Do Never Live Long.

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man, How Noble In Reason, How Infinite In Faculties, In Form And Moving How Express And Admirable, In Action How Like An Angel, In Apprehension How Like A God.

Feed On Her Damask Cheek: She Pined In Thought, And With A Green And Yellow Melancholy She Sat Like Patience On A Monument, Smiling At Grief