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

Thomas Moore

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
Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
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Angel Devil Print Writing
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
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Discover Emotion Flame Illusion Leadership Love Marriage Ourselves Truth
My only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.
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Book Myself Teaching Woman
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
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Happiness Luxury Tears
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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Rose Thinking Young
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
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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Humiliate Slave
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
The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
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Heart Light Lying Woman
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
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Pretty Retirement Wife
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
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Bright Lost Sweet
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
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Brain Drive Heaven Myself Reason
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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