Twas When The Seas Were Roaring With

A Man Is Always Afraid Of A Woman That Loves Him Too Much

Around The Steel No Tortur'd Worm Shall Twine, No Blood Of Living Insect Stain My Line; Let Me, Less Cruel, Cast The Feather'd Hook, With Pliant Rod Athwart The Pebbled Brook, Silent Along The Mazy Margin Stray, And With The Fur-wrought Fly Delude The Prey.

I Must Have Women - There Is Nothing Unbends The Mind Like Them.

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.

No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer Or Die Who've No Retreat.