I Must Have Women - There Is

How, Like A Moth, The Simple Maid Still Plays Around The Flame!

Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispelled When A Woman Appears.

Man May Escape From Rope And Gun; Nay, Some Have Outlived The Doctor's Pill: Who Takes A Woman Must Be Undone, That Basilisk Is Sure To Kill. The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets, So He That Tastes Woman, Woman, Woman, He That Tastes Woman, Ruin Meets.

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay: No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother; Wits Are Gamecocks To One Another.