More Can I Bear Than You Dare

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.

I Am But Mad North-north-west. When The Wind Is Southerly, I Know A Hawk From A Handsaw.

With These Shreds They Vented Their Complainings, Which Being Answered And A Petition Granted Them, A Strange One, To Break The Heart Of Generosity, And Make Bold Power Look Pale, They Threw Their Caps As They Would Hang Them On The Horns O' Th' Moon, Shouting Their Emulation.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." -- (miranda, I:2)