Frailty, Thy Name Is Woman!

Live How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

This Thought Is As A Death.

Is Love A Tender Thing? It Is Too Rough, Too Rude, Too Boisterous, And It Pricks Like Thorn.

Teeth Hadst Thou In Thy Head When Thou Wast Born, To Signify Thou Camest To Bite The World.

Society Is No Comfort, To One Not Sociable.