The nakedness of woman is the work of God. Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man. The fox condemns the trap, not himself.
Sorrows bring forth.
Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. What is now proved was once, only imagin'd. One thought, fills immensity. Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.