Your Highest Female Grace Is Silence.

A Good Dog Deserves A Good Bone.

Woman, The More Careful She Is About Her Face, The More Careless About Her House.

Tis The Common Disease Of All Your Musicians That They Know No Mean, To Be Entreated, Either To Begin Or End.

I Remember, The Players Have Often Mentioned It As An Honour To Shakespeare, That In His Writing (whatsoever He Penned) He Never Plotted Out A Line. My Answer Hath Been, Would He Had Blotted A Thousand.

Your Highest Female Grace Is Silence.