I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book

You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than Senseless Things!

Some Men There Are Love Not A Gaping Pig, Some That Are Mad If They Behold A Cat, And Others When The Bagpipe Sings I The Nose Cannot Contain Their Urine.

Wisely, And Slow. They Stumble That Run Fast.

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

Many Can Brook The Weather That Love Not The Wind.