I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.
Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.
Foul whisp'rings are abroad.
Justice always whirls in equal measure.
How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!
The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.