An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly

A Good Wit Will Make Use Of Anything.

No .... Holy Father, Throw Away That Thought. Believe Not That The Dribbling Dart Of Love Can Pierce A Complete Bosom.

Wherefore Was I To This Keen Mockery Born? When At Your Hands Did I Deserve This Scorn? Is't Not Enough, Is't Not Enough, Young Man, That I Did Never, No, Nor Never Can, Deserve A Sweet Look From Demetrius' Eye, But You Must Flout My Insufficiency?

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

To Be Slow In Words Is A Woman's Only Virtue.