The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worst.

A Good Old Man, Sir. He Will Be Talking. As They Say, When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out.

Sweet Flowers Are Slow And Weeds Make Haste.

Let Them Obey That Knows Not How To Rule.