James Kenneth Stephen

You wrote a line too much, my sage, Of seers the first, and first of sayers; For only half the world's a stage,

From Her Point Of View When I had firmly answered "No," And he allowed that that was so,

If there is a vile, pernicious, Wicked and degraded rule, Tending to debase the vicious,

Ah! Matt, old age has brought to me Thy wisdom, less thy certainty; The world's a jest, and joy's a trinket;

TO R. K. As long I dwell on some stupendous And tremendous (Heaven defend us!)

If all the harm that women have done Were put in a bundle and rolled into one, Earth would not hold it,