We die alone, but we live among men.
Men are born, and then they're formed.
It's wanting that gets so many folks in trouble.
Sing of the nature of women, and then the song shall be surely full of variety; old crotchets and most sweet closes. It shall be humorous, grave, fantastic, amorous, melancholy, sprightly, one in all, and all in one.
My side ain't chosen. My side was given.
People don't forget. Nothing gets forgiven.