And When A Lady's In The Case,

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?

I Must Have Women - There Is Nothing Unbends The Mind Like Them.

To Frame The Little Animal, Provide All The Gay Hues That Wait On Female Pride: Let Nature Guide Thee; Sometimes Golden Wire The Shining Bellies Of The Fly Require; The Peacock's Plumes Thy Tackle Must Not Fail, Nor The Dear Purchase Of The Sable's Tail.

Thus Shadow Owes Its Birth To Light.

No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer Or Die Who've No Retreat.