Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield,

Reflection Is The Business Of Man; A Sense Of His State Is His First Duty: But Who Remembereth Himself In Joy? Is It Not In Mercy Then That Sorrow Is Allotted Unto Us?

Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors

Care I For The Limb, The Thews, The Stature, Bulk, And Big Assemblance Of A Man! Give Me The Spirit.

He Draweth Out The Thread Of His Verbosity Finer Than The Staple Of His Argument.

Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.