Woman was formed to admire; man to be admirable. His are the glories of the sun at noonday; hers the softened splendors of the midnight moon.
Cupid makes it his sport to pull the warrior's plum.
My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.
In shame there is no comfort but to be beyond all bounds of shame.
It is against womanhood to be forward in their own wishes.
Honor, thou strong idol of man's mind.