it after the fashion of chartered hypocrites. Desire of it destroyed it Despises hostile elements and goes unpunished Despises the pomades and curling-irons of modern romance Determine that the future is in our debt, and draw on it Detestable feminine storms enveloping men weak enough Detested titles, invented by the English Developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive men, and very personable women Dialectical stiffness Dialogue between Nature and Circumstance Did not know the nature of an oath, and was dismissed Didn't say a word No use in talking about feelings Dignitary, and he passed under the bondage of that position Dignity of sulking so seductive to the wounded spirit of man Discover the writers in a day when all are writing! Discreet play with her eyelids in our encounters Disqualification of constantly offending prejudices Dissent rings out finely, and approval is a feeble murmur Distaste for all exercise once pleasurable Distinguished by his not allowing himself to be provoked Distrust us, and it is a declaration of war Dithyrambic inebriety of narration Divided lovers in presence Do you judge of heroes as of lesser men? Do I serve my hand? or, Do I serve my heart? Dogmatic arrogance of a just but ignorant man Dogs die more decently than we men Dogs' eyes have such a sick look of love Dose he had taken was not of the sweetest Drank to show his disdain of its powers Dreaded as a scourge, hailed as a refreshment (Scandalsheet) Dreads our climate and coffee too much to attempt the voyage Drink is their death's river, rolling them on helpless Dudley was not gifted to read behind words and looks Earl of Cressett fell from his coach-box in a fit Eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning Eccentric behaviour in trifles Effort to be reticent concerning Nevil, and communicative Efforts to weary him out of his project were unsuccessful Elderly martyr for the advancement of his juniors Embarrassments of an uncongenial employment Emilia alone of the party was as a blot to her Eminently servile is the tolerated lawbreaker Empanelled to deliver verdicts upon the ways of women Empty magnanimity which his uncle presented to him Empty stomachs are foul counsellors Enamoured young men have these notions Enemy's laugh is a bugle blown in the night Energy to something, that was not to be had in a market England's the foremost country of the globe English maids are domesticated savage animals English antipathy to babblers Enjoys his luxuries and is ashamed of his laziness Enthusiasm has the privilege of not knowing monotony Enthusiasm struck and tightened the loose chord of scepticism Enthusiast, when not lyrical, is perilously near to boring Envy of the man of positive knowledge Equally acceptable salted when it cannot be had fresh Everlastingly in this life the better pays for the worse Every church of the city lent its iron tongue to the peal Every failure is a step advanced Every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband Everywhere the badge of subjection is a poor stomach Exceeding variety and quantity of things money can buy Excellent is pride; but oh! be sure of its foundations Excess of a merit is a capital offence in morality Excited, glad of catastrophe if it but killed monotony Expectations dupe us, not trust Explaining of things to a dull head Externally soft and polished, internally hard and relentless Exuberant anticipatory trustfulness Exult in imagination of an escape up to the moment of capture Eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are Face betokening the perpetual smack of lemon Failures oft are but advising friends Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them Fantastical Far higher quality is the will that can subdue itself to wait Fast growing to be an eccentric by profession Fatal habit of superiority stopped his tongue Father used to say, four hours for a man, six for a woman Father and she were aware of one another without conversing Favour can't help coming by rotation Fear nought so much as Fear itself Feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with Feel no shame that I do not feel! Feeling, nothing beyond a lively interest in her well-being Feigned utter condemnation to make partial comfort acceptable Fell to chatting upon the nothings agreeably and seriously Feminine pity, which is nearer to contempt than to tenderness Feminine; coming when she willed and flying when wanted Festive board provided for them by the valour of their fathers Few men can forbear to tell a spicy story of their friends Few feelings are single on this globe Fiddle harmonics on the sensual strings Fine Shades were still too dominant at Brookfield Fine eye for celestially directed consequences is ever haunted Finishing touches to the negligence Fire smoothes the creases Fires in the grates went through the ceremony of warming nobody Fit of Republicanism in the nursery Flashes bits of speech that catch men in their unguarded corner Flung him, pitied him, and passed on Foamy top is offered and gulped as equivalent to an idea Foe can spoil my face; he beats me if he spoils my temper Foist on you their idea of your idea at the moment Fond, as they say, of his glass and his girl Foolish trick of thinking for herself For 'tis Ireland gives England her soldiers, her generals too Forewarn readers of this history that there is no plot in it Forgetfulness is like a closing sea Fortitude leaned so much upon the irony Forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence Found that he 'cursed better upon water' Found it difficult to forgive her his own folly Found by the side of the bed, inanimate, and pale as a sister of death Fourth of the Georges Frankness as an armour over wariness Fretted by his relatives he cannot be much of a giant Friend he would not shake off, but could not well link with Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two From head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible Frozen vanity called pride, which does not seek to be revenged Full-o'-Beer's a hasty chap Fun, at any cost, is the one object worth a shot Further she read, "Which is the coward among us?" Generally he noticed nothing Gentlefolks like straight-forwardness in their inferiors Gentleman in a good state of preservation Gentleman who does so much 'cause he says so little Get back what we give Giant Vanity urged Giant Energy to make use of Giant Duplicity Give our courage as hostage for the fulfilment of what we hope Give our consciences to the keeping of the parsons Given up his brains for a lodging to a single idea Glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace Gone to pieces with an injured lover's babble Good nerve to face the scene which he is certain will be enacted Good jokes are not always good policy Good maxim for the wrathful—speak not at all Good and evil work together in this world Good nature, and means no more harm than he can help Good-bye to sorrow for a while—Keep your tears for the living Goodish sort of fellow; good horseman, good shot, good character Gossip always has some solid foundation, however small Government of brain; not sufficient Insurrection of heart Gradations appear to be unknown to you Graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception Grand air of pitying sadness Gratitude never was a woman's gift Gratuitous insult Gravely reproaching the tobacconist for the growing costliness of cigars Greater our successes, the greater the slaves we become Greatest of men; who have to learn from the loss of the woman Grief of an ill-fortuned passion of his youth Grimaces at a government long-nosed to no purpose Grossly unlike in likeness (portraits) Habit of antedating his sagacity Habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is Habit had legalized his union with her Had taken refuge in their opera-glasses Had Shakespeare's grandmother three Christian names? Had come to be her lover through being her husband Had got the trick of lying, through fear of telling the truth Half designingly permitted her trouble to be seen Half a dozen dozen left Half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole Happiness in love is a match between ecstasy and compliance Happy the woman who has not more to speak Happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept beauty Hard enough for a man to be married to a fool Hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs Hard to bear, at times unbearable Haremed opinion of the unfitness of women Hated one thing alone—which was 'bother' Hated tears, considering them a clog to all useful machinery Hates a compromise Haunted many pillows Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her Having contracted the fatal habit of irony He was not alive for his own pleasure He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered He neared her, wooing her; and she assented He prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion He had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration He has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover He clearly could not learn from misfortune He had to go, he must, he has to be always going He never acknowledged a trouble, he dispersed it He sinks terribly when he sinks at all He was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it He would neither retort nor defend himself He had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine He was not a weaver of phrases in distress He thinks or he chews He is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two He postponed it to the next minute and the next He is in the season of faults He thinks that the country must be saved by its women as well He stormed her and consented to be beaten He kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell' He had his character to maintain He grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him He squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence He judged of others by himself He was the maddest of tyrants—a weak one He had neat phrases, opinions in packets He whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies He was the prisoner of his word He, by insisting, made me a rebel He never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents He smoked, Lord Avonley said of the second departure He will be a part of every history (the fool) He lies as naturally as an infant sucks He tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer He put no question to anybody He gained much by claiming little He had expected romance, and had met merchandize He lost the art of observing himself He bowed to facts He runs too much from first principles to extremes He condensed a paragraph into a line He was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity He wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly He never explained He had wealth for a likeness of strength He did not vastly respect beautiful women He had gone, and the day lived again for both of them He took small account of the operations of the feelings He began ambitiously—It's the way at the beginning He had to shake up wrath over his grievances He gave a slight sign of restiveness, and was allowed to go He loathed a skulker He's good from end to end, and beats a Christian hollow (a hog) Hear victorious lawlessness appealing solemnly to God the law Heart to keep guard and bury the bones you tossed him Heartily she thanked the girl for the excuse to cry Hearts that make one soul do not separately count their gifts Heathen vindictiveness declaring itself holy Heights of humour beyond laughter Her feelings—trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis Her intimacy with a man old enough to be her grandfather Her aspect suggested the repose of a winter landscape Her vehement fighting against facts Her duel with Time Her singing struck a note of grateful remembered delight Her final impression likened him to a house locked up and empty Her peculiar tenacity of the sense of injury Here and there a plain good soul to whom he was affectionate Here, where he both wished and wished not to be Hermits enamoured of wind and rain Hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beautiful woman Heroine, in common with the hero, has her ambition to be of use Herself, content to be dull if he might shine Hesitating strangeness that sometimes gathers during absences Himself in the worn old surplice of the converted rake His equanimity was fictitious His gaze and one of his ears, if not the pair, were given His alien ideas were not unimpressed by the picture His idea of marriage is, the taking of the woman into custody His violent earnestness, his imperial self-confidence His ridiculous equanimity His fancy performed miraculous feats His apparent cynicism is sheer irritability His aim to win the woman acknowledged no obstacle in the means His restored sense of possession His wife alone, had, as they termed it, kept him together Holding to his work after the strain's over—That tells the man Holding to the refusal, for the sake of consistency Holy images, and other miraculous objects are sold Honest creatures who will not accept a lift from fiction Hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics Hopeless task of defending a woman from a woman Hopes of a coming disillusion that would restore him Hosts of men are of the simple order of the comic How many instruments cannot clever women play upon How little a thing serves Fortune's turn How Success derides Ambition! How immensely nature seems to prefer men to women! How angry I should be with you if you were not so beautiful! How little we mean to do harm when we do an injury How to compromise the matter for the sake of peace? How many degrees from love gratitude may be Hug the hatred they packed up among their bundles Human nature to feel an interest in the dog that has bitten you Humour preserved her from excesses of sentiment Huntress with few scruples and the game unguarded Hushing together, they agreed that it had been a false move I rather like to hear a woman swear. It embellishes her! I ain't a speeder of matrimony I haven't got the pluck of a flea I never pay compliments to transparent merit I 'm the warming pan, as legitimately I should be I always respected her; I never liked her I would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service I do not defend myself ever I want no more, except to be taught to work I married a cook She expects a big appetite I would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you I detest anything that has to do with gratitude I had to make my father and mother live on potatoes I cannot delay; but I request you, that are here privileged I cannot get on with Gibbon I can confess my sight to be imperfect: but will you ever do so? I have all the luxuries—enough to loathe them I hate old age It changes you so I could be in love with her cruelty, if only I had her near me I look on the back of life I who respect the state of marriage by refusing I like him, I like him, of course, but I want to breathe I know that your father has been hearing tales told of me I hope I am not too hungry to discriminate I did, replied Evan. 'I told a lie.' I am not ashamed I was discontented, and could not speak my discontent I never saw out of a doll-shop, and never saw there I beg of my husband, and all kind people who may have the care I can't think brisk out of my breeches I have learnt as much from light literature as from heavy I had to cross the park to give a lesson I 'm a bachelor, and a person—you're married, and an object I cannot live a life of deceit. A life of misery—not deceit I am a discordant instrument I do not readily vibrate I take off my hat, Nan, when I see a cobbler's stall I always wait for a thing to happen first I never see anything, my dear I know nothing of imagination I never knew till this morning the force of No in earnest I can pay clever gentlemen for doing Greek for me I do not see it, because I will not see it I wanted a hero I do not think Frenchmen comparable to the women of France I cannot say less, and will say no more I baint done yet I detest enthusiasm I make a point of never recommending my own house I laughed louder than was necessary I hate sleep: I hate anything that robs me of my will I don't count them against women (moods) I have and hold—you shall hunger and covet I give my self, I do not sell I'll come as straight as I can I'm for a rational Deity I'm in love with everything she wishes! I've got the habit Idea is the only vital breath Ideas in gestation are the dullest matter you can have If the world is hostile we are not to blame it If you have this creative soul, be the slave of your creature If I love you, need you care what anybody else thinks If I do not speak of payment If there's no doubt about it, how is it I have a doubt about it? If you kneel down, who will decline to put a foot on you? If we are robbed, we ask, How came we by the goods? If we are really for Nature, we are not lawless If he had valued you half a grain less, he might have won you If thou wouldst fix remembrance—thwack! If I'm struck, I strike back If only been intellectually a little flexible in his morality If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play First Ignorance roaring behind a mask of sarcasm Imagination she has, for a source of strength in the future days Immense wealth and native obtuseness combine to disfigure us Imparting the usual chorus of yesses to his own mind Impossible for us women to comprehend love without folly in man Impossible for him to think that women thought Impudent boy's fling at superiority over the superior In Italy, a husband away, ze friend takes title In truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody In Sir Austin's Note-book was written: "Between Simple Boyhood..." In our House, my son, there is peculiar blood. We go to wreck! In India they sacrifice the widows, in France the virgins In every difficulty, patience is a life-belt In the pay of our doctors In bottle if not on draught (oratory) Incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature Incessantly speaking of the necessity we granted it unknowingly Inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she sought Increase of dissatisfaction with the more she got Indirect communication with heaven Inducement to act the hypocrite before the hypocrite world Indulged in their privilege of thinking what they liked Infallibility of our august mother Infants are said to have their ideas, and why not young ladies? Infatuated men argue likewise, and scandal does not move them Inferences are like shadows on the wall Inflicted no foretaste of her coming subjection to him Informed him that he never played jokes with money, or on men Injury forbids us to be friends again Innocence and uncleanness may go together Insistency upon there being two sides to a case—to every case Intellectual contempt of easy dupes Intensely communicative, but inarticulate Intentions are really rich possessions Intimations of cowardice menacing a paralysis of the will Intrusion of hard material statements, facts Intrusion of the spontaneous on the stereotyped would clash Invite indecision to exhaust their scruples Ireland 's the sore place of England Irishman there is a barrow trolling a load of grievances Irishmen will never be quite sincere Ironical fortitude Irony instead of eloquence Irony in him is only eulogy standing on its head Irony provoked his laughter more than fun Irony that seemed to spring from aversion Irritability at the intrusion of past disputes Is not one month of brightness as much as we can ask for? Is it any waste of time to write of love? Is he jealous? 'Only when I make him, he is.' It is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him It was now, as Sir Austin had written it down, The Magnetic Age It rarely astonishes our ears It illumines our souls It was an honest buss, but dear at ten thousand It was harder to be near and not close It is the best of signs when women take to her It is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love It is well to learn manners without having them imposed on us It 's us hard ones that get on best in the world It was in a time before our joyful era of universal equality It is not high flying, which usually ends in heavy falling It goes at the lifting of the bridegroom's little finger It would be hard! ay, then we do it forthwith It was his ill luck to have strong appetites and a weak stomach It is better for us both, of course It was as if she had been eyeing a golden door shut fast It is no use trying to conceal anything from him It was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill It's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere It's no use trying to be a gentleman if you can't pay for it Italians were like women, and wanted—a real beating Its glee at a catastrophe; its poor stock of mercy January was watering and freezing old earth by turns Judgeing of the destiny of man by the fate of individuals Just bad inquirin' too close among men Keep passion sober, a trotter in harness Kelts, as they are called, can't and won't forgive injuries Kindness is kindness, all over the world Knew my friend to be one of the most absent-minded of men Lack of precise words admonished him of the virtue of silence Land and beasts! They sound like blessed things Lawyers hold the keys of the great world Lay no petty traps for opportunity Laying of ghosts is a public duty Leader accustomed to count ahead upon vapourish abstractions Learn all about them afterwards, ay, and make the best of them Learn—principally not to be afraid of ideas Led him to impress his unchangeableness upon her Lend him your own generosity Lengthened term of peace bred maggots in the heads of the people Lest thou commence to lie—be dumb! Let but the throb be kept for others—That is the one secret Let never Necessity draw the bow of our weakness Let none of us be so exalted above the wit of daily life Levelling a finger at the taxpayer Lies are usurers' coin we pay for ten thousand per cent Life is the burlesque of young dreams Like an ill-reared fruit, first at the core it rotteth Like a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master Limit was two bottles of port wine at a sitting Listened to one another, and blinded the world Literature is a good stick and a bad horse Little boy named Tommy Wedger said he saw a dead body go by Littlenesses of which women are accused Loathing for speculation Loathing of artifice to raise emotion Longing for love and dependence Look backward only to correct an error of conduct in future Look well behind Look within, and avoid lying Looked as proud as if he had just clapped down the full amount Looking on him was listening Loudness of the interrogation precluded thought of an answer Love the children of Erin, when not fretted by them Love and war have been compared—Both require strategy Love the difficulty better than the woman Love of pleasure keeps us blind children Love must needs be an egoism Love dies like natural decay Love, with his accustomed cunning Love the poor devil Love discerns unerringly what is and what is not duty Love of men and women as a toy that I have played with Love is a contagious disease Love, that has risen above emotion, quite independent of craving Love that shrieks at a mortal wound, and bleeds humanly Love's a selfish business one has work in hand Loves his poets, can almost understand what poetry means Loving in this land: they all go mad, straight off Lucky accidents are anticipated only by fools Made of his creed a strait-jacket for humanity Madness that sane men enamoured can be struck by Magnificent in generosity; he had little humaneness Magnify an offence in the ratio of our vanity Make a girl drink her tears, if they ain't to be let fall Make no effort to amuse him. He is always occupied Making too much of it—a trick of the vulgar Man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride Man who beats his wife my first question is, 'Do he take his tea?' Man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object Man owes a duty to his class Man who helps me to read the world and men as they are Mankind is offended by heterodoxy in mean attire Mare would do, and better than a dozen horses Mark of a fool to take everybody for a bigger fool than himself Marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love Married a wealthy manufacturer—bartered her blood for his money Married at forty, and I had to take her shaped as she was Martyrs of love or religion are madmen Material good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clasp it Matter that is not nourishing to brains Maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm May lull themselves with their wakefulness May not one love, not craving to be beloved? Meant to vanquish her with the dominating patience Meditations upon the errors of the general man, as a cover Memory inspired by the sensations Men in love are children with their mistresses Men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age Men overweeningly in love with their creations Men had not pleased him of late Men who believe that there is a virtue in imprecations Men bore the blame, though the women were rightly punished Men love to boast of things nobody else has seen Men must fight: the law is only a quieter field for them Men they regard as their natural prey Mental and moral neuters Metaphysician's treatise on Nature: a torch to see the sunrise Mighty Highnesses who had only smelt the outside edge of battle Mika! you did it in cold blood? Mindless, he says, and arrogant Minutes taken up by the grey puffs from their mouths Mistake of the world is to think happiness possible to the sense Mistaking of her desires for her reasons Modest are the most easily intoxicated when they sip at vanity Money is of course a rough test of virtue Money's a chain-cable for holding men to their senses Moral indignation is ever consolatory Morales, madame, suit ze sun More argument I cannot bear More culpable the sparer than the spared Most youths are like Pope's women; they have no character Mrs. Fleming, of Queen Anne's Farm, was the wife of a yeoman Music was resumed to confuse the hearing of the eavesdroppers Music in Italy? Amorous and martial, brainless and monotonous Must be the moralist in the satirist if satire is to strike Mutual deference My first girl—she's brought disgrace on this house My voice! I have my voice! Emilia had cried it out to herself My plain story is of two Kentish damsels My mistress! My glorious stolen fruit! My dark angel of love My engagement to Mr. Pericles is that I am not to write My belief is, you do it on purpose. Can't be such rank idiots Naked original ideas, are acceptable at no time Napoleon's treatment of women is excellent example Nation's half made-up of the idle and the servants of the idle Nations at war are wild beasts Naturally as deceived as he wished to be Nature and Law never agreed Nature is not of necessity always roaring Nature could at a push be eloquent to defend the guilty Nature's logic, Nature's voice, for self-defence Naughtily Australian and kangarooly Necessary for him to denounce somebody Necessity's offspring Needed support of facts, and feared them Never nurse an injury, great or small Never fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian Time Never forget that old Ireland is weeping Never reckon on womankind for a wise act Never was a word fitter for a quack's mouth than "humanity" Never forgave an injury without a return blow for it Never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities Never, never love a married woman Never intended that we should play with flesh and blood Never pretend to know a girl by her face Nevertheless, inclinations are an infidelity Next door to the Last Trump Night has little mercy for the self-reproachful No enemy's shot is equal to a weak heart in the act No case is hopeless till a man consents to think it is No runner can outstrip his fate No flattery for me at the expense of my sisters No heart to dare is no heart to love! No nose to the hero, no moral to the tale No word is more lightly spoken than shame No intoxication of hot blood to cheer those who sat at home No man can hear the words which prove him a prophet (quietly) No great harm done when you're silent No stopping the Press while the people have an appetite for it No Act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers No love can be without jealousy No man has a firm foothold who pretends to it No conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent No companionship save with the wound they nurse No! Gentlemen don't fling stones; leave that to the blackguards None but fanatics, cowards, white-eyeballed dogmatists Nor can a protest against coarseness be sweepingly interpreted Not to bother your wits, but leave the puzzle to the priest Not likely to be far behind curates in besieging an heiress Not to go hunting and fawning for alliances Not much esteem for non-professional actresses Not every chapter can be sunshine Not in a situation that could bear of her blaming herself Not to be the idol, to have an aim of our own Not the indignant and the frozen, but the genially indifferent Not always the right thing to do the right thing Not to do things wholly is worse than not to do things at all Not a page of his books reveals malevolence or a sneer Not in love—She was only not unwilling to be in love Not to be feared more than are the general race of bunglers Not men of brains, but the men of aptitudes Not daring risk of office by offending the taxpayer Not afford to lose, and a disposition free of the craving to win Not the great creatures we assume ourselves to be Not so much read a print as read the imprinting on themselves Nothing desirable will you have which is not coveted Nothing is a secret that has been spoken Nothing the body suffers that the soul may not profit by Notoriously been above the honours of grammar Nought credit but what outward orbs reveal Now far from him under the failure of an effort to come near Nursing of a military invalid awakens tenderer anxieties O self! self! self! O for yesterday! O heaven! of what avail is human effort? Obedience oils necessity Obeseness is the most sensitive of our ailments Objects elevated even by a decayed world have their magnetism Observation is the most, enduring of the pleasures of life Occasional instalments—just to freshen the account Official wrath at sound of footfall or a fancied one Oggler's genial piety made him shrink with nausea Oh! beastly bathos Oh! I can't bear that class of people Old age is a prison wall between us and young people Old houses are doomed to burnings Omnipotence, which is in the image of themselves On a morning when day and night were made one by fog On which does the eye linger longest—which draws the heart? On a wild April morning On the threshold of Puberty, there is one Unselfish Hour Once out of the rutted line, you are food for lion and jackal Once my love? said he. Not now?—does it mean, not now? Once called her beautiful; his praise had given her beauty One has to feel strong in a delicate position One night, and her character's gone One wants a little animation in a husband One in a temper at a time I'm sure 's enough One might build up a respectable figure in negatives One fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose One is a fish to her hook; another a moth to her light One learns to have compassion for fools, by studying them One idea is a bullet One of those men whose characters are read off at a glance One seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us One who studies is not being a fool Only true race, properly so called, out of India—German Only to be described in the tongue of auctioneers Opened a wider view of the world to him, and a colder Openly treated; all had an air of being on the surface Optional marriages, broken or renewed every seven years Or where you will, so that's in Ireland Oratory will not work against the stream, or on languid tides Orderliness, from which men are privately exempt Our partner is our master Our most diligent pupil learns not so much as an earnest teacher Our love and labour are constantly on trial Our bravest, our best, have an impulse to run Our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies Our weakness is the swiftest dog to hunt us Our life is but a little holding, lent To do a mighty labour Our lawyers have us inside out, like our physicians Owner of such a woman, and to lose her! Pact between cowardice and comfort under the title of expediency Pain is a cloak that wraps you about Paint themselves pure white, to the obliteration of minor spots Parliament, is the best of occupations for idle men Partake of a morning draught Passion is not invariably love Passion, he says, is noble strength on fire Passion does not inspire dark appetite—Dainty innocence does Passion added to a bowl of reason makes a sophist's mess Past, future, and present, the three weights upon humanity Past fairness, vaguely like a snow landscape in the thaw Patience is the pestilence Patronizing woman Paying compliments and spoiling a game! Payment is no more so than to restore money held in trust Peace, I do pray, for the husband-haunted wife Peace-party which opposed was the actual cause of the war Pebble may roll where it likes—not so the costly jewel Peculiar subdued form of laughter through the nose People who can lose themselves in a ray of fancy at any season People is one of your Radical big words that burst at a query People of a provocative prosperity People with whom a mute conformity is as good as worship People were virtuous in past days: they counted their sinners Perhaps inspire him, if he would let her breathe Period of his life a man becomes too voraciously constant Persist, if thou wouldst truly reach thine ends Person in another world beyond this world of blood Perused it, and did not recognize herself in her language Pessimy is invulnerable Petty concessions are signs of weakness to the unsatisfied Philip was a Spartan for keeping his feelings under Philosophy skimmed, and realistic romances deep-sounded Pitiful conceit in men Planting the past in the present like a perceptible ghost Play second fiddle without looking foolish Play the great game of blunders Pleasant companion, who did not play the woman obtrusively among men Please to be pathetic on that subject after I am wrinkled Pleasure sat like an inextinguishable light on her face Pleasure-giving laws that make the curves we recognize as beauty Poetic romance is delusion Policy seems to petrify their minds Polished barbarism Politics as well as the other diseases Poor mortals are not in the habit of climbing Olympus to ask Portrait of himself by the artist Practical for having an addiction to the palpable Practical or not, the good people affectingly wish to be Prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol Press, which had kindled, proceeded to extinguished Presumptuous belief Pride is the God of Pagans Pride in being always myself Primitive appetite for noise Principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it Procrastination and excessive scrupulousness Professional Puritans Professional widows Profound belief in her partiality for him Propitiate common sense on behalf of what seems tolerably absurd Protestant clergy the social police of the English middle-class Providence and her parents were not forgiven Published Memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity Puns are the smallpox of the language Push me to condense my thoughts to a tight ball Push indolent unreason to gain the delusion of happiness Put material aid at a lower mark than gentleness Put into her woman's harness of the bit and the blinkers Puzzle to connect the foregoing and the succeeding Question with some whether idiots should live Question the gain of such an expenditure of energy Quick to understand, she is in the quick of understanding Quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly performance Rage of a conceited schemer tricked Rapture of obliviousness Rare men of honour who can command their passion Rare as epic song is the man who is thorough in what he does Rarely exacted obedience, and she was spontaneously obeyed Read with his eyes when you meet him this morning Read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies Read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies Ready is the ardent mind to take footing on the last thing done Real happiness is a state of dulness Rebellion against society and advocacy of humanity run counter Rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds Recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience Reflection upon a statement is its lightning in advance Refuge in the Castle of Negation against the whole army of facts Regularity of the grin of dentistry Rejoicing they have in their common agreement Religion is the one refuge from women Religion condones offences: Philosophy has no forgiveness Reluctant to take the life of flowers for a whim Remarked that the young men must fight it out together Repeatedly, in contempt of the disgust of iteration Reproof of such supererogatory counsel Requiring natural services from her in the button department Respect one another's affectations Respected the vegetable yet more than he esteemed the flower Revived for them so much of themselves Rewards, together with the expectations, of the virtuous Rhoda will love you. She is firm when she loves Rich and poor 's all right, if I'm rich and you're poor Ripe with oft telling and old is the tale Rogue on the tremble of detection Rose was much behind her age Rose! what have I done? 'Nothing at all,' she said Rumour for the nonce had a stronger spice of truth than usual Said she was what she would have given her hand not to be Salt of earth, to whom their salt must serve for nourishment Satirist too devotedly loves his lash to be a persuasive teacher Satirist is an executioner by profession Says you're so clever you ought to be a man Scorn titles which did not distinguish practical offices Scorned him for listening to the hesitations (hers) Scotchman's metaphysics; you know nothing clear Screams of an uninjured lady Second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant Secret of the art was his meaning what he said Secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal Seed-Time passed thus smoothly, and adolescence came on Self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in Self-consoled when they are not self-justified Self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another Self-incense Self-worship, which is often self-distrust Selfishness and icy inaccessibility to emotion Semblance of a tombstone lady beside her lord Sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so Sensitiveness to the sting, which is not allowed to poison Sentimentality puts up infant hands for absolution Serene presumption Service of watering the dry and drying the damp (Whiskey) Seventy, when most men are reaping and stacking their sins Sham spiritualism Share of foulness to them that are for scouring the chamber She sought, by looking hard, to understand it better She was not his match—To speak would be to succumb She dealt in the flashes which connect ideas She had sunk her intelligence in her sensations She had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep She believed friendship practicable between men and women She stood with a dignity that the word did not express She began to feel that this was life in earnest She had a fatal attraction for antiques She was at liberty to weep if she pleased She was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor She thought that friendship was sweeter than love She endured meekly, when there was no meekness She ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each She felt in him a maker of facts She did not detest the Countess because she could not like her She herself did not like to be seen eating in public She marries, and it's the end of her sparkling She might turn out good, if well guarded for a time She had great awe of the word 'business' She disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her She was perhaps a little the taller of the two She was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling She had to be the hypocrite or else—leap She had a thirsting mind She seems honest, and that is the most we can hope of girls She was sick of personal freedom She, not disinclined to dilute her grief She seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler She can make puddens and pies She was thrust away because because he had offended Should we leave a good deed half done Showery, replied the admiral, as his cocked-hat was knocked off Shun comparisons Shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any kind of posturing Sign that the evil had reached from pricks to pokes Silence was doing the work of a scourge Silence and such signs are like revelations in black night Silence was their only protection to the Nice Feelings Silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love Simple obstinacy of will sustained her Simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can Simplicity is the keenest weapon Sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be Sinners are not to repent only in words Slap and pinch and starve our appetites Slave of existing conventions Slaves of the priests Sleepless night Slightest taste for comic analysis that does not tumble to farce Small things producing great consequences Small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers Smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone Smart remarks have their measured distances Smile she had in reserve for serviceable persons Smoky receptacle cherishing millions Smothered in its pudding-bed of the grotesque (obesity) Snatch her from a possessor who forfeited by undervaluing her Snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer So are great deeds judged when the danger's past (as easy) So indulgent when they drop their blot on a lady's character So long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat So it is when you play at Life! When you will not go straight So says the minute Years are before you So much for morality in those days! So the frog telleth tadpoles Socially and politically mean one thing in the end Soft slumber of a strength never yet called forth Solitude is pasturage for a suspicion Some so-called laws of honour Something of the hare in us when the hounds are full cry Sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you South-western Island has few attractions to other than invalids Spare me that word "female" as long as you live Speech that has to be hauled from the depths usually betrays Speech was a scourge to her sense of hearing Speech is poor where emotion is extreme Spiritualism, and on the balm that it was Stand not in my way, nor follow me too far Startled by the criticism in laughter State of feverish patriotism Statesman who stooped to conquer fact through fiction Statistics are according to their conjurors Steady shakes them Story that she believed indeed, but had not quite sensibly felt Strain to see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that Straining for common talk, and showing the strain Strength in love is the sole sincerity Strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity Stultification of one's feelings and ideas Style is the mantle of greatness Style resembling either early architecture or utter dilapidation Subterranean recess for Nature against the Institutions of Man Such a man was banned by the world, which was to be despised? Suggestion of possible danger might more dangerous than silence Sunning itself in the glass of Envy Suspects all young men and most young women Suspicion was her best witness Sweet treasure before which lies a dragon sleeping Sweetest on earth to her was to be prized by her brother Swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic Sympathy is for proving, not prating Taint of the hypocrisy which comes with shame Take 'em somethin' like Providence—as they come Taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature Tale, which leaves the man's mind at home Task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women Taste a wound from the lightest touch, and they nurse the venom Tears that dried as soon as they had served their end Tears are the way of women and their comfort Tears of men sink plummet-deep Tears of such a man have more of blood than of water in them Telling her anything, she makes half a face in anticipation Tendency to polysyllabic phraseology Tenderness which Mrs. Mel permitted rather than encouraged Tension of the old links keeping us together Terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail That sort of progenitor is your "permanent aristocracy" That is life—when we dare death to live! That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat That a mask is a concealment That fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains That which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples That beautiful trust which habit gives That pit of one of their dead silences That's the natural shamrock, after the artificial The burlesque Irishman can't be caricatured The greed of gain is our volcano The power to give and take flattery to any amount The worst of it is, that we remember The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay The man had to be endured, like other doses in politics The brainless in Art and in Statecraft The sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized The way is clear: we have only to take the step The girl could not know her own mind, for she suited him exactly The religion of this vast English middle-class—Comfort The slavery of the love of a woman chained The turn will come to us as to others—and go The woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master The defensive is perilous policy in war The healthy only are fit to live The language of party is eloquent The world without him would be heavy matter The weighty and the trivial contended The rider's too heavy for the horse in England The greater wounds do not immediately convince us of our fate The people always wait for the winner The defensive is perilous policy in war The family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper's The infant candidate delights in his honesty The tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write The worst of omens is delay The blindness of Fortune is her one merit The system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven The sentimentalist goes on accumulating images The gallant cornet adored delicacy and a gilded refinement The thrust sinned in its shrewdness The ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt The Countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality The letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit The dismally-lighted city wore a look of Judgement terrible to see The well of true wit is truth itself The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing The philosopher (I would keep him back if I could) The unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die The woman follows the man, and music fits to verse, The impalpable which has prevailing weight The face of a stopped watch The most dangerous word of all—ja The old confession, that we cannot cook(The English) The night went past as a year The effects of the infinitely little The homage we pay him flatters us The backstairs of history (Memoirs) The grey furniture of Time for his natural wear The beat of a heart with a dread like a shot in it The good life gone lives on in the mind The woman side of him The next ten minutes will decide our destinies The terrible aggregate social woman The shots hit us behind you The spending, never harvesting, world The despot is alert at every issue, to every chance The banquet to be fervently remembered, should smoke The idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked Dahlia's irony The love that survives has strangled craving The thought stood in her eyes The proper defence for a nation is its history The born preacher we feel instinctively to be our foe The danger of a little knowledge of things is disputable The commonest things are the worst done The world is wise in its way The Pilgrim's Scrip remarks that: Young men take joy in nothing The divine afflatus of enthusiasm buoyed her no longer The king without his crown hath a forehead like the clown The overwise themselves hoodwink The kindest of men can be cruel The devil trusts nobody The majority, however, had been snatched out of this bliss The critic that sneers The habit of the defensive paralyzes will The intricate, which she takes for the infinite The exhaustion ensuing we named tranquillity The social world he looked at did not show him heroes The mildness of assured dictatorship The race is for domestic peace, my boy The embraced respected woman The divinely damnable naked truth won't wear ornaments The alternative is, a garter and the bedpost The curse of sorrow is comparison! The idol of the hour is the mob's wooden puppet The circle which the ladies of Brookfield were designing The wretch who fears death dies multitudinously Their hearts are eaten up by property Their sneer withers Their not caring to think at all Their way was down a green lane and across long meadow-paths Their idol pitched before them on the floor Then, if you will not tell me Then for us the struggle, for him the grief There is no first claim There is no history of events below the surface There is more in men and women than the stuff they utter There were joy-bells for Robert and Rhoda, but none for Dahlia There is no driver like stomach There are women who go through life not knowing love There is little to be learnt when a little is known There is for the mind but one grasp of happiness There is no step backward in life There may be women who think as well as feel; I don't know them There's not an act of a man's life lies dead behind him There's ne'er a worse off but there's a better off There's nothing like a metaphor for an evasion They laugh, but they laugh extinguishingly They do not live; they are engines They helped her to feel at home with herself They have not to speak to exhibit their minds They have their thinking done for them They had all noticed, seen, and observed They, meantime, who had a contempt for sleep They may know how to make themselves happy in their climate They are little ironical laughter—Accidents They seem to me to be educated to conceal their education They dare not. The more I dare, the less dare they They miss their pleasure in pursuing it They take fever for strength, and calmness for submission They kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night They could have pardoned her a younger lover They create by stoppage a volcano They believe that the angels have been busy about them They have no sensitiveness, we have too much They want you to show them what they 'd like the world to be They're always having to retire and always hissing Things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week Things are not equal Thirst for the haranguing of crowds This was a totally different case from the antecedent ones This mania of young people for pleasure, eternal pleasure This female talk of the eternities This love they rattle about and rave about This girl was pliable only to service, not to grief Those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances Those numerous women who always know themselves to be right Those who have the careless chatter, the ready laugh Those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh Those days of intellectual coxcombry Those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions Those who know little and dread much Thought of differences with him caused frightful apprehensions Threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs Threats of prayer, however, that harp upon their sincerity Thus are we stricken by the days of our youth Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past Tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness Tighter than ever I was tight I'll be to-night Time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away Time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable Time, whose trick is to turn corners of unanticipated sharpness Times when an example is needed by brave men Tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery Tis the first step that makes a path Titles showered on the women who take free breath of air To beg the vote and wink the bribe To most men women are knaves or ninnies To be a really popular hero anywhere in Britain (must be a drinker) To have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind To be passive in calamity is the province of no woman To let people speak was a maxim of Mrs. Mel's, and a wise one To know that you are in England, breathing the same air with me To kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common To the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy To be both generally blamed, and generally liked To do nothing, is the wisdom of those who have seen fools perish To hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe To be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave To time and a wife it is no disgrace for a man to bend To males, all ideas are female until they are made facts To know how to take a licking, that wins in the end Tongue flew, thought followed Too many time-servers rot the State Too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point Too often hangs the house on one loose stone Too well used to defeat to believe readily in victory Too weak to resist, to submit to an outrage quietly Took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her Tooth that received a stone when it expected candy Top and bottom sin is cowardice Tossed him from repulsion to incredulity, and so back Touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight Touch sin and you accommodate yourself to its vileness Touching a nerve Toyed with little flowers of palest memory Tradesman, and he never was known to have sent in a bill Trial of her beauty of a woman in a temper Trick for killing time without hurting him Tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted Troublesome appendages of success True enjoyment of the princely disposition True love excludes no natural duty Trust no man Still, this man may be better than that man Truth is, they have taken a stain from the life they lead Twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose Twisted by a nature that would not allow of open eyes Two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them Two principal roads by which poor sinners come to a conscience Two wishes make a will Unaccustomed to have his will thwarted Unanimous verdicts from a jury of temporary impressions Uncommon unprogressiveness Unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere Universal censor's angry spite Unseemly hour—unbetimes Unshamed exuberant male has found the sweet reverse in his mate Use your religion like a drug Utterance of generous and patriotic cries is not sufficient Vagrant compassionateness of sentimentalists Vanity maketh the strongest most weak Venerated by his followers, well hated by his enemies Venus of nature was melting into a Venus of art Very little parleying between determined men Vessel was conspiring to ruin our self-respect Victims of the modern feminine 'ideal' Violent summons to accept, which is a provocation to deny Virtue of impatience Virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame Vowed never more to repeat that offence to his patience Vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her Wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck Waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her Wakening to the claims of others—Youth's infant conscience Want of courage is want of sense War is only an exaggerated form of duelling Warm, is hardly the word—Winter's warm on skates Was born on a hired bed Was I true? Not so very false, yet how far from truth! Was not one of the order whose Muse is the Public Taste Watch, and wait We shall want a war to teach the country the value of courage We don't go together into a garden of roses We were unarmed, and the spectacle was distressing We are good friends till we quarrel again We grew accustomed to periods of Irish fever We have come to think we have a claim upon her gratitude We women can read men by their power to love We trust them or we crush them We cannot relinquish an idea that was ours We has long overshadowed "I" We must have some excuse, if we would keep to life We like well whatso we have done good work for We could row and ride and fish and shoot, and breed largely We dare not be weak if we would We cannot, men or woman, control the heart in sleep at night We can't hope to have what should be We have a system, not planned but grown We are chiefly led by hope We never see peace but in the features of the dead We live alone, and do not much feel it till we are visited We do not see clearly when we are trying to deceive We deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles We have now looked into the hazy interior of their systems We are, in short, a civilized people We can bear to fall; we cannot afford to draw back We make our taskmasters of those to whom we have done a wrong We must fawn in society We shall go together; we shall not have to weep for one another We shall not be rich—nor poor We don't know we are in halves We're all of us hit at last, and generally by our own weapon We're smitten to-day in our hearts and our pockets We're a peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us We're treated like old-fashioned ornaments! We've all a parlous lot too much pulpit in us Weak stomach is certainly more carnally virtuous than a full one Weak souls are much moved by having the pathos on their side Weak reeds who are easily vanquished and never overcome Weather and women have some resemblance they say Weighty little word—woman's native watchdog and guardian (No!) Welcomed and lured on an adversary to wild outhitting Well, sir, we must sell our opium Welsh blood is queer blood Went into endless invalid's laughter Were I chained, For liberty I would sell liberty What will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us What a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces' What else is so consolatory to a ruined man? What a stock of axioms young people have handy What the world says, is what the wind says What was this tale of Emilia, that grew more and more perplexing What he did, she took among other inevitable matters What a woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature What ninnies call Nature in books What might have been What's an eccentric? a child grown grey! When we see our veterans tottering to their fall When he's a Christian instead of a Churchman When you run away, you don't live to fight another day When Love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate When to loquacious fools with patience rare I listen When testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy When we despair or discolour things, it is our senses in revolt When you have done laughing with her, you can laugh at her When duelling flourished on our land, frail women powerful Where one won't and can't, poor t' other must Where fools are the fathers of every miracle Where love exists there is goodness Where she appears, the first person falls to second rank Where heart weds mind, or nature joins intellect Whimpering fits you said we enjoy and must have in books Who beguiles so much as Self? Who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete Who venerate when they love Who rises from Prayer a better man, his prayer is answered Who cannot talk!—but who can? Who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health? Who in a labyrinth wandereth without clue Who cries, Come on, and prays his gods you won't Who shrinks from an hour that is suspended in doubt Who enjoyed simple things when commanding the luxuries Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? Who can really think, and not think hopefully? Whole body of fanatics combined to precipitate the devotion Whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse Why he enjoyed the privilege of seeing, and was not beside her Why, he'll snap your head off for a word Why should these men take so much killing? Wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty Wilfrid perceived that he had become an old man Will not admit the existence of a virtue in an opposite opinion William John Fleming was simply a poor farmer Win you—temperately, let us hope; by storm, if need be Winds of panic are violently engaged in occupying the vacuum Wins everywhere back a reflection of its own kindliness Winter mornings are divine. They move on noiselessly Wise in not seeking to be too wise With what little wisdom the world is governed With a proud humility With one idea, we see nothing—nothing but itself With a frozen fish of admirable principles for wife With good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything With death; we'd rather not, because of a qualm With that I sail into the dark With this money, said the demon, you might speculate Withdrew into the entrenchments of contempt Without a single intimation that he loathed the task Without those consolatory efforts, useless between men Wits, which are ordinarily less productive than land Wives are only an item in the list, and not the most important Woman finds herself on board a rudderless vessel Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man Woman descending from her ideal to the gross reality of man Woman's precious word No at the sentinel's post, and alert Women are happier enslaved Women are taken to be the second thoughts of the Creator Women with brains, moreover, are all heartless Women must not be judging things out of their sphere Women don't care uncommonly for the men who love them Women treat men as their tamed housemates Women are wonderfully quick scholars under ridicule Women and men are in two hostile camps Women are swift at coming to conclusions in these matters Won't do to be taking in reefs on a lee-shore Wonderment that one of her sex should have ideas Wooing a good man for his friendship Wooing her with dog's eyes instead of words Work of extravagance upon perceptibly plain matter Work is medicine World voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly World cannot pardon a breach of continuity World is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite World against us It will not keep us from trying to serve World prefers decorum to honesty Would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels Would like to feel he was doing a bit of good Wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice Writer society delights in, to show what it is composed of Yawns coming alarmingly fast, in the place of ideas Years are the teachers of the great rocky natures Yet, though Angels smile, shall not Devils laugh You want me to flick your indecision You saw nothing but handkerchiefs out all over the theatre You are to imagine that they know everything You can master pain, but not doubt You may learn to know yourself through love You do want polish You who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear You choose to give yourself to an obscure dog You are not married, you are simply chained You played for gain, and that was a licenced thieving You talk your mother with a vengeance You have not to be told that I desire your happiness above all You are entreated to repress alarm You accuse or you exonerate—Nobody can be half guilty You rides when you can, and you walks when you must You beat me with the fists, but my spirit is towering You'll have to guess at half of everything he tells you You'll tell her you couldn't sit down in her presence undressed You're going to be men, meaning something better than women You're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake You're talking to me, not to a gallery You're the puppet of your women! You've got no friend but your bed Young as when she looked upon the lovers in Paradise Your devotion craves an enormous exchange Youth will not believe that stupidity and beauty can go together Youth is not alarmed by the sound of big sums

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