The fight ended. For both was victory. For both there was defeat.

The true male never yet walked Who liked to listen when his mate talked

Kinder the enemy who must malign us Than the smug friend who will define us

Think how poor Mother Eve was brought to being as God's afterthought

I have been so misused by chaste men with one wife, that I would live with satyrs all my life

The true male never yet walked Who liked to listen when his mate talked