So Wise So Young, They Say, Do

He Draweth Out The Thread Of His Verbosity Finer Than The Staple Of His Argument.

How Far That Little Candle Throws Its Beams! So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World.

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.