Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil

And When A Lady's In The Case, You Know, All Other Things Give Place.

To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung Away.

She Who Has Never Lov'd, Has Never Liv'd.

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.

Man May Escape From Rope And Gun; Nay, Some Have Outlived The Doctor's Pill: Who Takes A Woman Must Be Undone, That Basilisk Is Sure To Kill. The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets, So He That Tastes Woman, Woman, Woman, He That Tastes Woman, Ruin Meets.