Shall we not perish wretchedest of all, If in defiance of the law we cross A monarch's will?—weak women, think of that, Not framed by nature to contend with men. Remember.
Friendship is a tension. It makes delicate demands.
Much wisdom often goes with fewest words.
By God, I'll have more booty in a moment.
Shame I do feel. And I know there is something all wrong about me—believe me. Sometimes I shock myself.