All Women Are Ambitious Naturallie

Virginity, Albeit Some Highly Prize It, Compared With Marriage, Had You Tried Them Both, Differs As Much As Wine And Water Doth.

Hell Strives With Grace For Conquest In My Breast. What Shall I Do To Shun The Snares Of Death?

O, Thou Art Fairer Than The Evening Air Clad In The Beauty Of A Thousand Stars.

It Lies Not In Our Power To Love Or Hate, For Will In Us Is Overruled By Fate.

Live And Die In Aristotle's Works.