Frailty, Thy Name Is Woman!

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.

Silence Is The Perfectest Herault Of Joy. I Were But Little Happy If I Could Say How Much.

O, Had I But Followed The Arts!

Fairies Use Flowers For Their Charactery.