I Loved Ophelia. Forty Thousand

Because I Cannot Flatter And Look Fair, Smile In Men's Faces, Smooth, Deceive, And Cog, Duck With French Nods And Apish Courtesy, I Must Be Held A Rancorous Enemy.

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

Devils Soonest Tempt, Resembling Spirits Of Light.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together.

Dumb Jewels Often, In Their Silent Kind, More Than Quick Words, Do Move A Woman's Mind.