A Woman Impudent And Mannish Grown Is

If There Were Reason For These Miseries, Then Into Limits Could I Bind My Woes. If The Winds Rages, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threat'ning The Welkin With Its Big-swoll'n Face? And Wilt Though Have A Reason For This Coil? I Am The Sea. Hark How Her Sighs Doth Blow. She Is The Weeping Welkin, I The Earth.

So Long As Men Can Breathe, Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

Every Great Drama Has Its Foreshadow.

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.

There Are Occasions And Causes, Why And Wherefore In All Things.