Two May Keep Counsel Putting

Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.

Come Now, What Masques, What Dances Shall We Have To Wear Away This Long Age Of Three Hours Between Our After-supper And Bedtime?

I Shall Show The Cinders Of My Spirits Through The Ashes Of My Chance.

Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.