A Woman's Fitness Comes By Fits.

My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old, So Long As Youth And Thou Are Of One Date; But When In Thee Time's Furrows I Behold, Then Look I Death My Days Should Expiate.

Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty Is His.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World, And Rouse From Sleep That Fell Anatomy Which Cannot Hear A Lady's Feeble Voice, Which Scorns A Modern Invocation.

Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield, Day, To Night!

I Stand For Judgment: Answer: Shall I Have It?