The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together.

I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.

Either sex alone is half itself.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.