Women Speak Two Languages -

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.

Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

We Must Be Gentle Now We Are Gentlemen.

Look, What Envious Streaks Do Lace The Severing Clouds In Yonder East! Night's Candles Are Burnt Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tip-toe On The Misty Mountain-tops.