No Louder Shrieks To Pitying

Women Use Lovers As They Do Cards; They Play With Them A While, And When They Have Got All They Can By Them, Throw Them Away, Call For New Ones, And Then Perhaps Lose By The New All They Got By The Old Ones.

For Thee I Dim These Eye And Stuff This Head With All Such Reading As Was Never Read.

The Lights And Shades, Whose Well-accorded Strife Gives All The Strength And Color Of Our Life.

Did Some More Sober Critics Come Abroad? If Wrong, I Smil'd; If Right, I Kiss'd The Rod.

Heaven Gave To Woman The Peculiar Grace To Spin, To Weep, And Cully Human Race.