There Is A Tide In The Affairs

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.