Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!

Why Should You Think That I Should Woo In Scorn? Scorn And Derision Never Come In Tears: Look, When I Vow, I Weep; And Vows So Born, In Their Nativity All Truth Appears. How Can These Things In Me Seem Scorn To You, Bearing The Badge Of Faith, To Prove Them True?

Gentle And Low, An Excellent Thing In Woman.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

Talkers Are No Good Doers.

I Am Not In The Giving Vein Today.