Women Being The Weaker Vessels, Are Ever

Men From Children Nothing Differ.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

How Many Cowards Whose Hearts Are All As False As Stairs Of Sand, Wear Yet Upon Their Chins The Beards Of Hercules And Frowning Mars, Who Inward Searched, Have Livers White As Milk!

Passion Lends Them Power, Time Means To Meet, Tempering Extremities With Extremes Sweet.

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself