A female free-thinker is one of Satan's concubines A free-thinker startles him as a kind of demon All that Matey and Browny were forbidden to write they looked Cajoled like a twenty-year-old yahoo at college Could not understand enthusiasm for the schoolmaster's career Curious thing would be if curious things should fail to happen Few men can forbear to tell a spicy story of their friends He began ambitiously--It's the way at the beginning He loathed a skulker I'm for a rational Deity Loathing of artifice to raise emotion Nevertheless, inclinations are an infidelity Published Memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity The despot is alert at every issue, to every chance Things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week We shall want a war to teach the country the value of courage You'll have to guess at half of everything he tells you You're going to be men, meaning something better than women LORD ORMONT AND HIS AMINTA, V2 [GM#84][GM84V10.TXT]4478 A woman, and would therefore listen to nonsense And not be beaten by an acknowledged defeat Botched mendings will only make them worse Convincing themselves that they impersonate sagacity I have all the luxuries--enough to loathe them Lawyers hold the keys of the great world Naked original ideas, are acceptable at no time Not daring risk of office by offending the taxpayer This female talk of the eternities To know how to take a licking, that wins in the end To males, all ideas are female until they are made facts We cannot, men or woman, control the heart in sleep at night Who cries, Come on, and prays his gods you won't LORD ORMONT AND HIS AMINTA, V3 [GM#85][GM85V10.TXT]4479 As well ask (women) how a battle-field concerns them! Boys who can appreciate brave deeds are capable of doing them Careful not to smell of his office Chose to conceive that he thought abstractedly Consign discussion to silence with the cynical closure Convictions we store--wherewith to shape our destinies Death is only the other side of the ditch Didn't say a word No use in talking about feelings Enthusiast, when not lyrical, is perilously near to boring He took small account of the operations of the feelings Her duel with Time Hopeless task of defending a woman from a woman I hate old age It changes you so Ignorance roaring behind a mask of sarcasm Men bore the blame, though the women were rightly punished Never nurse an injury, great or small No love can be without jealousy Old age is a prison wall between us and young people Orderliness, from which men are privately exempt People were virtuous in past days: they counted their sinners Professional Puritans Regularity of the grin of dentistry That pit of one of their dead silences The beat of a heart with a dread like a shot in it The good life gone lives on in the mind The shots hit us behind you The spending, never harvesting, world The terrible aggregate social woman Venus of nature was melting into a Venus of art