It is well within the order of things that man should listen when his mate sings; but 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.

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

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

Desire and longing are the whips of God.

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

I desire Virtue, though I love her not- I have no faith in her when she is got: I fear that she will bind and make me slave And send me songless to the sullen grave.

I feel that women of my kind are a profound mistake. There have been few women poets of distinction, and, if we count only the suicides of Sappho, Lawrence Hope and Charlotte Mew, their despair rate has been very high.

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

It is well within the order of things That man should listen when his mate sings; But the true male never yet walked Who liked to listen when his mate talked.