I'm A Great Poet. I Don't Put

Man Is No Match For Woman Where Mischief Reigns.

In Diving To The Bottom Of Pleasure We Bring Up More Gravel Than Pearls.

Nature Endows Woman Alternately With A Particular Strength Which Helps Her To Suffer And A Weakness Which Counsels Her To Be Resigned.

Give To A Wounded Heart Seclusion; Consolation Nor Reason Ever Effected Anything In Such A Case.

Poetry Is Only Born After Painful Journeys Into The Vast Regions Of Thought.