Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
Pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.
An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.
The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.