Behold, I am a maiden of but thirteen summers~ yet verily do I discourse in the manner of Shakespeare, and mine coffers bear the weight of infinity in riches~ Though youth's visage doth grace my countenance, boldness, wisdom, and understanding do dwell within the chambers of my soul~ In gracious measure, I extend the hand of reciprocity to those of amiable disposition~ yet to those who, in their demeanor, embrace unpleasantness, I shall mete out a return befitting their deeds.~