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Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.

Thomas Moore

The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
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Heart Light Lying Woman
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
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Awake Heart Thorn Touch
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
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Close Forget Heart Love True
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
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Anguish Hard Time Healing Heart Heaven Inspirational Wound
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
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Pretty Retirement Wife
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
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Friendship Love Relationship
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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Rose Thinking Young
Ask a woman’s advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you’re sure to be wise.
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Advice Herself Woman
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
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Delicious Light Plant Roam Sun Wake Up
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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Humiliate Slave
My only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.
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Book Myself Teaching Woman
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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Day Light Memories Myself
Oh! blame not the bard.
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Blame One Liner
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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Heaven Humility Shoot Virtue

Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.

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