Prosperity is like perfume, it often makes the head ache.

Indeed I had not much wit, yet I was not an idiot - my wit was according to my years.

The truth is, we [women] live like bats, or owls, labor like beasts, and die like worms.

Not that I am ashamed of my mind or body, my birth or breeding, my actions or fortunes, for my bashfulness is in my nature, not for any crime.

For disorder obstructs: besides, it doth disgust life, distract the appetities, and yield no true relish to the senses.

But if our sex would but well consider and rationally ponder, they will perceive and find that it is neither words nor place that can advance them, but worth and merit.

For I had rather die in the adventure ot noble achievements, then live in obscure and sluggish security.