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.

Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What read more

Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What an inviting hell invented.

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.]

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.

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does read more

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

Phidias made the statue of Venue at Elis with one foot upon the
shell of a tortoise, to signify read more

Phidias made the statue of Venue at Elis with one foot upon the
shell of a tortoise, to signify two great duties of a virtuous
woman, which are to keep home and be silent.

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.

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

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