Daughters
How the mother is to be pitied who hath handsome daughters! Locks, bolts, bars, and lectures of morality are nothing to them: they break through them all. They have as much pleasure in cheating a father and mother, as in cheating at cards.
Farewells
We only part to meet again.
Love
What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.
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