When The Sun Shines Let Foolish Gnats

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For Wise Men Say It Is The Wisest Course.

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.

This Act Is An Ancient Tale New Told; And, In The Last Repeating, Troublesome, Being Urged At A Time Unseasonable.

Extreme Fear Can Neither Fight Nor Fly.