A woman's thought runs before her actions.
The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.
The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.
When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
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.