In Argument With Men A Woman Ever

Mutual Love, The Crown Of All Our Bliss.

The Martyrs Shook The Powers Of Darkness With The Irresistible Power Of Weakness.

Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large Amounts Of Chocolate.

It Is For Homely Features To Keep Home,- They Had Their Name Thence; Coarse Complexions And Cheeks Of Sorry Grain Will Serve To Ply The Sampler And To Tease The Huswife's Wool. What Need A Vermeil-tinctur'd Lip For That, Love-darting Eyes, Or Tresses Like The Morn?

Heaven, The Seat Of Bliss, Brooks Not The Works Of Violence And War.