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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.
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!
Divination seems heightened and raised to its highest power in
woman.
Divination seems heightened and raised to its highest power in
woman.
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.
What is lighter than the wind? A feather.
What is lighter than a feather? Fire.
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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.]
Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.
Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.
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.
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.
Man was made when Nature was but an apprentice, but woman when
she was a skilful mistress of her read more
Man was made when Nature was but an apprentice, but woman when
she was a skilful mistress of her art.