Women Speak Two Languages - One Of

You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than Senseless Things!

And Be These Juggling Friends No More Believ'd, That Palter With Us In A Double Sense; That Keep The Word Of Promise To Our Ear And Break It To Our Hope.

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

For The Success, Although Particular, Shall Give A Scantling Of Good Or Bad Unto The General; And In Such Indexes, Although Small Pricks To Their Subsequent Volumes, There Is Seen The Baby Figure Of The Giant Mass Of Things To Come At Large.

I Am Never Merry When I Hear Sweet Music.