Women Are Like Tricks By Sleight Of

No, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It Hurts Not Me.

I Am A Fool, I Know It; And Yet, Heaven Help Me, I'm Poor Enough To Be A Wit.

Music Has Charms To Soothe A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak. I've Read That Things Inanimate Have Moved, And, As With Living Souls, Have Been Inform'd, By Magic Numbers And Persuasive Sound.

You Are A Woman: You Must Never Speak What You Think; Your Words Must Contradict Your Thoughts, But Your Actions May Contradict Your Words.

She Likes Herself, Yet Others Hates, For That Which In Herself She Prizes; And While She Laughs At Them, Forgets She Is The Thing That She Despises.