O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.

To have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.

Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

I'll note you in my book of memory.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.

I hope to see London once ere I die.