Society Is No Comfort, To

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit.

Fortune Is Painted Blind, With A Muffler Afore Her Eyes, To Signify To You That Fortune Is Blind.

Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania