If Ye Loved Him, He Must Ha'

No Wonder He Was So Good With Horses, I Thought Blearily, Feeling His Fingers Rubbing Gently Behind My Ears, Listening To The Soothing, Incomprehensible Speech. If I Were A Horse, I’d Let Him Ride Me Anywhere.

I Gave You Justice, It Said, As I Was Taught It. And I Gave You Mercy , Too, So Far As I Could. While I Could Not Spare You Pain And Humiliation, I Make You A Gift Of My Own Pains And Humiliations, That Yours Might Be Easier To Bear.

...well, If Women's Work Was Never Done, Why Trouble About How Much Of It Wasn't Being Accomplished At Any Given Moment?

If It Was A Sin For You To Choose Me . . . Then I Would Go To The Devil Himself And Bless Him For Tempting Ye To It.

Home Is The Place Where They Have To Take You In