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Seven Short Maxims About Women

How the longest boredom flees - when man crawls to us on his knees!

Old age, alas, and science, too, give strength to even weak virtue.

Dressed in black and speaking never - every woman then looks clever.

When things go well, my gratitude goes - to God and the woman who cuts my clothes.

When young, a flowery cavern home - when old, a dragon on the roam.

A noble name, legs are fine - a man as well - would he were mine!

Brief in speech, the sense quite nice - a female ass on treacherous ice!