When We Risk No Contradiction, It Prompts

Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

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.

To Frame The Little Animal, Provide All The Gay Hues That Wait On Female Pride: Let Nature Guide Thee; Sometimes Golden Wire The Shining Bellies Of The Fly Require; The Peacock's Plumes Thy Tackle Must Not Fail, Nor The Dear Purchase Of The Sable's Tail.

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