Sure, I Rose The Wrong

A Brave World, Sir, Full Of Religion, Knavery, And Change: We Shall Shortly See Better Days.

You May Make Love In Dancing As Well As Sitting.

All I Ask, Is The Privilege For My Masculine Part The Poet In Me.... If I Must Not, Because Of My Sex, Have This Freedom... I Lay Down My Quill And You Shall Hear No More Of Me.

I Value Fame As Much As If I Had Been Born A Hero.

Tis Love Alone Can Make Our Fetters Please.