All had drunk the same bitter cup to the dregs
How strange! how is it that once girls marry they get contaminated by men and become so obnoxious — even worse than men!
“
| — | A Dream of the Red Mansion |
Again the rocks and tombs appear, The trees and straw-built huts arise.
Where constant guards were plac’d, by fear. To screen each beauty from our eyes
“
| — | The Voyage of the Alceste |
