The Dome Of Thought, The Palace Of

Tyranny Is For The Worst Of Treasons.

I Do Detest Everything Which Is Not Perfectly Mutual.

I Only Go Out To Get Me A Fresh Appetite For Being Alone.

What Men Call Gallantry, And Gods Adultery, Is Much More Common Where The Climate's Sultry.

Oh! Too Convincing--dangerously Dear-- In Woman's Eye The Unanswerable Tear! That Weapon Of Her Weakness She Can Wield, To Save, Subdue--at Once Her Spear And Shield.