Your Highest Female Grace Is Silence.

Success Hath Made Me Wanton.

True Gladness Doth Not Always Speak; Joy, Bred And Born But In The Tongue, Is Weak.

The Devil Is An Ass , I Do Acknowledge It.

Who Will Not Judge Him Worthy To Be Robbed That Sets His Doors Wide Open To A Thief, And Shows The Felon Where His Treasure Lies?

In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See; And In Short Measures, Life May Perfect Be.