When That Churl Death My Bones With

A Woman Is A Dish For The Gods, If The Devil Dress Her Not.

Vaulting Ambition, Which O'erleaps Itself And Falls On The Other Side

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips, There Is More Eloquence In A Sugar Touch Of Them Than In The Tongues Of The French Council; And They Should Sooner Persuade Harry Of England Than A General Petition Of Monarchs.