Our Whole Life Is Like

One Woman Reads Another's Character Without The Tedious Trouble Of Deciphering

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Ne'er Looks Back; And Is A Swelling, And The Last Affection A High Mind Can Put Off; Being Both A Rebel Unto The Soul And Reason, And Enforceth All Laws, All Conscience, Treads Upon Religion, And Offereth Violence To Nature's Self.

Follow A Shadow, It Still Flies You, Seem To Fly, It Will Pursue: So Court A Mistress, She Denies You; Let Her Alone, She Will Court You. Say Are Not Women Truly, Then, Styled But The Shadows Of Us Men?

Cares That Have Entered Once In The Breast, Will Have Whole Possession Of The Rest.

The Way To Rise Is To Obey And Please.