My Age I Will Not Once Lament,

Art Can Do Much, But This Maxim's Most Sure/a Weak Or Wounded Brain Admits No Cure.

Iron Till It Be Thoroughly Heated Is Incapable To Be Wrought; So God Sees Good To Cast Some Men Into The Furnace Of Affliction, And Then Beats Them On His Anvil Into What Frame He Desires.

Let Greeks Be Greeks, And Women What They Are.

Flesh Of My Flesh, Bone Of My Bone, I Here, Though There, Yet Both But One.

I Am Obnoxious To Each Carping Tongue Who Says My Hand A Needle Better Fits.