Who says my hand a needle better fits. They'll say it was stolen, or else it was by chance. So 'mongst the rest they placed the Arts Divine. The Greeks did naught but play the fools and lie. Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are.
Men have precenency, and still excell.
It is but vain unjustly to wage war, Men can do best, and women know it well. Yet grant some small acknowledgement of ours. But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid. Nor youth, nor strength, nor wisdom spring again, Nor habitations long their names retain, But in oblivion to the final day remain. But man was made for endless immortality.