If The Masses Can Love Without Knowing

Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman's Nay Doth Stand For Naught?

How Many Things By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!

From Women's Eyes This Doctrine I Derive: They Sparkle Still The Right Promethean Fire; They Are The Books, The Arts, The Academes, That Show, Contain And Nourish All The World.

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.

Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.