Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The

One Cannot Say He Wanted Wit, But Rather That He Was Frugal Of It.

An Hour Will Come, With Pleasure To Relate Your Sorrows Past, As Benefits Of Fate.

Let Fortune Empty Her Whole Quiver On Me, I Have A Soul That, Like An Ample Shield, Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More; Fate Was Not Mine, Nor Am I Fate's: Souls Know No Conquerors.

Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou Art To Wreck.

Woman's Honor Is Nice As Ermine; It Will Not Bear A Soil.