She poured a little social sewage into his ears.
That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!
I expect that Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!