Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The

I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At Him.

If It Were Done When 'tis Done, Then 'twere Well. It Were Done Quickly.

Have You Not Love Enough To Bear With Me, When That Rash Humor Which My Mother Gave Me Makes Me Forgetful.

A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

Doubt Is A Thief That Often Makes Us Fear To Tread Where We Might Have Won.