I’d rather sit on a barrel of gunpowder than talk to a woman.
It’s queer how out of touch with truth women are.Know farther yet; Whoever fair and chaste Rejects Mankind, is by some Sylph embrac’d”Oft when the World imagine Women stray, The Sylphs thro’ mystick Mazes guide their Way
She is young, wise, fair; In these to nature she’s immediate heir“She never yet was foolish that was fair; For even her folly help’d her to an heir.
Shut on that house the door of sweet content, Where woman can aloud her passions vent.The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to her, if she is pretty, and to some one else, if she is plain.