A maid that laughs is half taken.

O, woman! In our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

... we had eyes only for the women.

A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.

Women add zest to the unlicensed hours.

... women are the pivot round which the world turns.

Women were the ones that held the reins, it emerged.

People call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.

If woman lost us Eden, such As she alone restore it.