Chapter 833 of 1964 · 65 words · ~1 min read

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There is a tide in the affairs of women, Which, taken at the flood, leads--God knows where: Those navigators must be able seamen Whose charts lay down its currents to a hair; Not all the reveries of Jacob Behmen[330] With its strange whirls and eddies can compare: Men with their heads reflect on this and that-- But women with their hearts on Heaven knows what![gb]