Done because we are too many.
If a path to the better there be, it begins with a full look at the worst.
Women are so strange in their influence that they tempt you to misplaced kindness.
Thoroughly convinced of the impossibility of his own suit, a high resolve constrained him not to injure that of another. This is a lover's most stoical virtue, as the lack of it is a lover's most venial sin.
Some folk want their luck buttered.
Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?