I Love The Pride Whose Measure Is

Erroneous Views And Presumptuousness Send A Talent To The Insane Asylum.

It Is Good Insofar As It Is Not Evil.

How Can You Say That Love Is Blind? Keener Than A Young Eagle's Is Its Sight.

The Noble Woman Is Half A Man, Even A Complete One. Only Their Imperfections Make Them Women.

You Even Called Me Stupid In Your Verse, And I'm Almost Agreeing, For Where Stupidity Is Involved, You Are Quite An Expert, Friend.