A Woman Being Never At A Loss...

Just As Old Age Is Creeping On Space, And Clouds Come O'er The Sunset Of Our Day, They Kindly Leave Us, Though Not Quite Alone, But In Good Company--the Gout Or Stone.

Like To The Apples On The Dead Sea's Shore, All Ashes To The Taste.

Now What I Love In Women Is, They Won't Or Can't Do Otherwise Than Lie, But Do It. So Well, The Very Truth Seems Falsehood To It.

Society Is Now One Polished Horde, Formed Of Two Mighty Tries, The Bores And Bored.

Nothing Can Confound A Wise Man More Than Laughter From A Dunce.