Swift As Shadow, Short As

I Had Rather Be A Kitten, And Cry Mew, Than One Of These Same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I Had Rather Heare A Brazen Candlestick Turn'd, Or A Dry Wheele Grate On The Axle-tree, And That Would Set My Teeth Nothing An Edge, Nothing So Much, As Mincing Poetrie.

A Woman's Fitness Comes By Fits.

Now He'll Outstare The Lightning. To Be Furious Is To Be Frightened Out Of Fear.

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.

Who Wooed In Haste, And Means To Wed At Leisure.