A woman is like a tea bag, you can not tell how strong she is until you put her in read more

A woman is like a tea bag, you can not tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water

Oh, the gladness of their gladness when they're glad,
And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad;
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Oh, the gladness of their gladness when they're glad,
And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad;
But the gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their
sadness,
Are as nothing to their badness when they're bad.

Women have always been the strong ones of the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow read more

Women have always been the strong ones of the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow to put their heads down on. They are always longing for the mother who held them as infants.

A worthless woman! mere cold clay
As all false things are! but so fair,
She takes the read more

A worthless woman! mere cold clay
As all false things are! but so fair,
She takes the breath of men away
Who gaze upon her unaware:
I would not play her larcenous tricks
To have her looks!

Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
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Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
For if she will, she will, you may depend on't;
And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on't.

On one she smiles, and he was blest;
She smiles elsewhere--we make a din!
But 'twas not read more

On one she smiles, and he was blest;
She smiles elsewhere--we make a din!
But 'twas not love which heaved her breast,
Fair child!--it was the bliss within.

Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.

Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.

Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul,
Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee,
Bright'ning each read more

Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul,
Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee,
Bright'ning each other! thou art all divine!

Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.

Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.