Adrian, The Emperor, Exclaimed Incessantly,

As Soon As Women Become Ours We Are No Longer Theirs.

It Would Be Better To Have No Laws At All, Than To Have Too Many.

Give Me The Provisions And Whole Apparatus Of A Kitchen, And I Would Starve.

Even From Their Infancy We Frame Them To The Sports Of Love: Their Instruction, Behavior, Attire, Grace, Learning And All Their Words Azimuth Only At Love, Respects Only Affection. Their Nurses And Their Keepers Imprint No Other Thing In Them.

Rash And Incessant Scolding Runs Into Custom And Renders Itself Despised.