'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor With a hairy old crown on 'er 'ead? She 'as ships on the foam she 'as millions at 'ome, An' she pays us poor beggars in red.

A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty.

All the people like us are we, And everyone else is They.

And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame; But each for the joy of the working, and e ...

And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessed they know the angels are on their side: They know in them is the Grace confessed, and for them are the Mercies multiplied; They sit at ...

And the talk slid north, and the talk slid south With the sliding puffs from the hookah-mouth; Four things greater than all things are Women and Horses and Power and War.

But that's another story.

But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen, We will work for ourself and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.

Down to Gehenna or up to the throne, He travels the fastest who travel alone.

Every woman knows all about everything.