Women May Fail When There Is No

We Must Be Gentle Now We Are Gentlemen.

My Heart Suspects More Than Mine Eye Can See.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineer Hoist With His Own Petar; And't Shall Go Hard But I Will Delve One Yard Below Their Mines And Blow Them At The Moon.

I May Command Where I Adore.