I Am Not The Rose, But I

He Who Accepts His Poverty Unhurt I'd Say Is Rich Although He Lacked A Shirt. But Truly Poor Are They Who Whine And Fret And Covet What They Cannot Hope To Get.

One Eare It Heard, At The Other Out It Went.

Fo Lo, The Gentil Kind Of The Lioun! For When A Flye Offendeth Him Or Byteth, He With His Tayl Awey The Flye Smyteth Al Esily, For, Of His Genterye, Him Deyneth Net To Wreke Him On A Flye, As Cloth A Curre Or Elles Another Beste.

I Am Not The Rose, But I Have Lived Near The Rose.

In General, Women Desire To Rule Over Their Husbands And Lovers, To Be The Authority Above Them.