Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave.
A woman's suffering is never above half known, for the fact of the publicity of her wrongs is counted to her for disgrace.
Until I truly loved, I was alone.
Child murderers practice their profession without let or hindrance, and open infant butcheries unquestioned...Is there no remedy for all this ante-natal child murder?
I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.