Chastity Is The Ermine Of Woman's Soul.

I Pluck Up The Good Lissome Herbs Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Digest Them By Musing, And Lay Them Up At Length In The High Seat Of Memory.

When I Was Fair And Young, And Favor Graced Me, Of Many Was I Sought, Their Mistress For To Be; But I Did Scorn Them All, And Answered Them Therefore, "go, Go, Go Seek Some Otherwhere! Importune Me No More!

My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.

The Daughter Of Debate That Still Discord Doth Sow.

Though The Sex To Which I Belong Is Considered Weak You Will Nevertheless Find Me A Rock That Bends To No Wind.