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 think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt read more

I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt if Nature could
So fair a creature make.

A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.

A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.

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.

Men play the game; women know the score

Men play the game; women know the score

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

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

"And now, Madam," I addressed her, "we shall try who shall get the
breeches."

"And now, Madam," I addressed her, "we shall try who shall get the
breeches."

You forget too much
That every creature, female as the male,
Stands single in responsible act and read more

You forget too much
That every creature, female as the male,
Stands single in responsible act and thought
As also in birth and death.

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.