Divination seems heightened and raised to its highest power in woman.

Debate is masculine, conversation is feminine.

Would Shakespeare and Raleigh have done their best, would that galaxy have shone so bright in the heavens had there been no Elizabeth on the throne?

Time ripens the substance of a life as the seasons mellow and perfect its fruits. The best apples fall latest and keep longest.

Action and blood now get the game. Disdain treads on the peaceful name.

Where women are, the better things are implied if not spoken.

Experience converts us to ourselves when books fail us.