In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?

A fickle and changeful thing is a woman ever.

Time passes irrevocably.

I feel again a spark of that ancient flame.

Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.

We may be masters of our every lot By bearing it.

Womankind Is ever a fickle and a changeful thing.