Forget Thyself To Marble.

I Will Not Allow My Daughters To Learn Foreign Languages Because One Tongue Is Sufficient For A Woman.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap, Or Be With Ease Gathered, Not Harshly Plucked, For Death Mature: This Is Old Age; But Then Thou Must Outlive Thy Youth, Thy Strength, Thy Beauty, Which Will Change To Withered Weak And Grey.

Ah, Why Should All Mankind For One Man's Fault, Be Condemned, If Guiltless?

And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy Rapt Soul Sitting In Thine Eyes.

Ask For This Great Deliverer Now, And Find Him Eyeless In Gaza At The Mill With Slaves.