Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.

Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still

Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage.

The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.