Sure, deck your lower limbs in pants;Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.You look divine as you advance—Have you seen yourself retreating?
Time is timelessness for you;Calendars for the human;What's a year, or thirty, toLoveliness made woman? Many Long Years Ago (1945)
It is my duty, gentlemen, to inform you that women are dictatorsall, and I recommend to you this moral:In real life it takes only one to make a quarrel. Many Long Years Ago (1945)