How Hard It Is For Women To

O God, O God, How Weary, Stale, Flat, And Unprofitable Seem To Me All The Uses Of This World!

There Is No Slander In An Allowed Fool, Though He Do Nothing But Rail.

Happy Are They That Hear Their Detractions, And Can Put Them To Mending.

How Sometimes Nature Will Betray Its Folly, Its Tenderness, And Make Itself A Pastime To Harder Bosoms!

It Is Not Vain Glory For A Man And His Glass To Confer In His Own Chamber.