A Woman Impudent And Mannish Grown Is

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

The Very Instant I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly To Your Service; There Resides To Make Me Slave To It. ...mine Unworthiness, That Dare Not Offer What I Desire To Give, And Much Less Take What I Shall Die To Want.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

What, No More Ceremony? See, My Women! Against The Blown Rose May They Stop Their Nose That Kneel'd Unto The Buds.

Ay, Is It Not A Language I Speak?