Women Speak Two Languages - One Of

Make Use Of Time, Let Not Advantage Slip; Beauty Within Itself Should Not Be Wasted: Fair Flowers That Are Not Gather'd In Their Prime Rot And Consume Themselves In Little Time.

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart

For My Own Part, I Shall Be Glad To Learn Of Noble Men.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

You Know Who You Are, But Know Not Who You Could Be.