It is a thing very displeasing to me when the hen speaks and the
cock is silent.
[Fr., read more

It is a thing very displeasing to me when the hen speaks and the
cock is silent.
[Fr., C'est chose qui moult me deplaist,
Quand poule parle et coq se taist.]

But woman's grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.

I've been a woman for a little over 50 years and have gotten over
my initial astonishment. As for read more

I've been a woman for a little over 50 years and have gotten over
my initial astonishment. As for conducting an orchestra, that's
a job where I don't think sex plays much part.

The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.

The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.

Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd. Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.

Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd. Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.

Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.

Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.

The virtue of her lively looks
Excels the precious stone;
I wish to have none other books
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The virtue of her lively looks
Excels the precious stone;
I wish to have none other books
To read or look upon.

What is lighter than the wind? A feather.
What is lighter than a feather? Fire.
What lighter read more

What is lighter than the wind? A feather.
What is lighter than a feather? Fire.
What lighter than a fire? A woman.
What lighter than a woman? Nothing.
[Lat., Vente quid levius? fulgur. Quid fulgure? flamma
Flamma quid? mulier. Quid mulier? nihil.]

Woman's love is writ in water,
Woman's faith is traced in sand.
- Sir Robert Aytoun read more

Woman's love is writ in water,
Woman's faith is traced in sand.
- Sir Robert Aytoun (Ayton) of Kincaldie,