Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

I Have Thrust Myself Into This Maze, Haply To Wive And Thrive As Best I May.

To Be Furious, Is To Be Frighted Out Of Fear.

Tut, Man, One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning; One Pain Is Less'ned By Another's Anguish; Turn Giddy, And Be Holp By Backward Turning; One Desperate Grief Cures With Another's Languish.

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.

His Worst Fault Is, He's Given To Prayer; He Is Something Peevish That Way.