Thou Shouldst Not Decide Until

Thou Shouldst Not Decide Until Thou Hast Heard What Both Have To Say.

I Would Treat Her Like An Egg, The Shell Of Which We Remove Before Eating It; I Would Take Off Her Mask And Then Kiss Her Pretty Face.

What Unlooked-for Things Do Happen, To Be Sure, In A Long Life!

Ye Children Of Man! Whose Life Is A Span, Protracted With Sorrow From Day To Day, Naked And Featherless, Feeble And Querulous, Sickly, Calamitous Creatures Of Clay!

These Impossible Women! How They Do Get Around Us! The Poet Was Right: Can't Live With Them, Or Without Them!