Chapter 1654 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

XXV.

All this were very well, and can't be better; But even this is difficult, Heaven knows, So many troubles from her birth beset her, Such small distinction between friends and foes; The gilding wears so soon from off her fetter, That--but ask any woman if she'd choose (Take her at thirty, that is) to have been Female or male? a schoolboy or a Queen?