He Does Me Double Wrong

Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck, And Yet Methinks I Have Astronomy. But Not To Tell Of Good Or Evil Luck, Of Plagues, Of Dearths, Or Season's Quality; Nor Can I Fortune To Brief Minutes Tell ... Or Say With Princes If It Shall Go Well.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

The Rose Looks Fair, But Fairer We It Deem For That Sweet Odour Which Doth In It Live.

The Weakest Goes To The Wall.

Women May Fall When There's No Strength In Men.