Superstition Is The Spleen Of

Most Women Have No Characters At All.

Some Praise At Morning What They Blame At Night, But Always Think The Last Opinion Right.

No More Was Seen The Human Form Divine.

Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A Crust Of Bread, And Liberty!

No Woman Ever Hates A Man For Being In Love With Her, But Many A Woman Hate A Man For Being A Friend To Her.