Go Let Thy Less Than Woman's Hand

So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I Think I Must Take Up With Avarice.

But Words Are Things, And A Small Drop Of Ink, Falling Like Dew, Upon A Thought, Produces That Which Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions, Think.

Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.

Go Let Thy Less Than Woman's Hand Assume The Distaff Not The Brand.

He Who Surpasses Or Subdues Mankind, Must Look Down On The Hate Of Those Below.