Is a woman but man's plaything, fairest woman in her pride? Should a word be disregarded? Should a whisper be denied? Should not all things bow before her? And my knightly soul replied, 'Man is born to worship woman, She is man beatified. At her fairest she is perfect, at her foulest something more— Serve all women and respect them is my self imposèd law. For in sooth they all are angels —Who's that knocking at my door?' 'Sir—your Aunt has come to see you—' D—n the woman. What a bore!
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