We Must Be Brief When Traitors Brave

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.

The Seasons Change Their Manners, As The Year Had Found Some Months Asleep And Leapt Them Over.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

Cupid Is A Knavish Lad, Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.

Tis Beauty That Doth Oft Make Women Proud; But, God He Knows, Thy Share Thereof Is Small.