Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, and stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words.
But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware.
Of writing many books there is no end.
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.
Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.
God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.