Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

I Have No Other But A Woman's Reason: I Think Him So, Because I Think Him So.

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

'tis Not To Make Me Jealous To Say My Wife Is Fair, Feeds Well, Loves Company, Is Free Of Speech, Sings, Plays, And Dances Well; Where Virtue Is, These Are More Virtuous.

The Jury Passing On The Prisoner's Life May In The Sworn Twelve Have A Thief Or Two Guiltier Than Him They Try.

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.