More Childish Valorous Than Manly Wise.

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.

You Must Be Proud, Bold, Pleasant, Resolute, And Now And Then Stab, As Occasion Serves.

Fornication: But That Was In Another Country; And Besides, The Wench Is Dead.

I Count Religion But A Childish Toy, And Hold There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

Lone Women, Like To Empty Houses, Perish.