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I had always heretofore assumed that the tendency of eighteenth-century ladies to swoon was due to tight stays; now I rather thought it might be due to the idiocy of eighteenth-century men.
“Oh, womanly sympathy, love AND food?" I said, laughing. "Don't want a lot, do you?”
There aren't any answers, only choices.
Then let amourous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand and a Hundred score
A Hundred and a Thousand more
Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.