For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.

Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.

My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.

For trust not him that hath once broken faith

Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.