Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marle?
Desperate times breed desperate measures
Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.
So quick bright things come to confusion.
The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she lost it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After new fancies.