Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can read more

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself.

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.]

To behold her is an immediate check to loose behavior; to love her is a liberal education.

To behold her is an immediate check to loose behavior; to love her is a liberal education.

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.

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.

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.

Most women set out to try to change a man, and when they have changed him they don't like him.

Most women set out to try to change a man, and when they have changed him they don't like him.

Oh, the gladness of their gladness when they're glad,
And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad;
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Oh, the gladness of their gladness when they're glad,
And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad;
But the gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their
sadness,
Are as nothing to their badness when they're bad.

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!