I Was Not Born Under A Rhyming

The Brain May Devise Laws For The Blood, But A Hot Temper Leaps O'er A Cold Decree.

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

They Say Best Men Are Molded Out Of Faults, And, For The Most, Become Much More The Better For Being A Little Bad

For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.

I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched In So Many Giddy Offences As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Their Whole Sex Withal.