No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer

In Every Age And Clime We See Two Of A Trade Can Never Agree.

No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother.

Woman's Mind Oft' Shifts Her Passions, Like Th'inconstant Wind; Sudden She Rages, Like The Troubled Main, Now Sinks The Storm, And All Is Calm Again.

The Careful Insect 'midst His Works I View, Now From The Flowers Exhaust The Fragrant Dew, With Golden Treasures Load His Little Thighs, And Steer His Distant Journey Through The Skies.

't Is Woman That Seduces All Mankind; By Her We First Were Taught The Wheedling Arts.