Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung,
Not she denied Him with unholy tongue;
She, while read more

Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung,
Not she denied Him with unholy tongue;
She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave,
Last at His cross, and earliest at His grave.

And in that day seven women shall take hold of one man, saying,
We will eat our own bread, read more

And in that day seven women shall take hold of one man, saying,
We will eat our own bread, and wear our own apparel: only let us
be called by thy name, to take away our reproach.

Oh, the shrewdness of their shrewdness when they are shrewd,
And the rudeness of their rudeness when they're rude;
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Oh, the shrewdness of their shrewdness when they are shrewd,
And the rudeness of their rudeness when they're rude;
But the shrewdness of their shrewdness and the rudeness of their
rudeness,
Are as nothing to their goodness when they're good.

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.

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.

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she read more

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.

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.

Next to the wound , what women make best is the bandage

Next to the wound , what women make best is the bandage

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,