This Rudeness Is A Sauce To His

All's Well If All Ends Well.

Experience Teacheth That Resolution Is A Sole Help In Need.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

There Is Thy Gold, Worse Poison To Men's Souls, Doing More Murder In This Loathsome World, Than These Poor Compounds That Thou Mayst Not Sell.

It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye, Kills Me To Look On't.