Upon His Royal Face There Is No

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.

I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched In So Many Giddy Offences As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Their Whole Sex Withal.

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth

Ask God For Temp'rance. That's Th' Appliance Only Which Your Disease Requires.

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.