"By the way, The works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our ringers, dull our sight, Producing what? A pair of slippers, sir, To put on when you're weary—or a stool To tumble over and vex you * * * curse that stool! Or else at best, a cushion where you lean And sleep, and dream of something we are not, But would be for your sake. Alas, alas! This hurts most, this * * * that, after all, we are paid The worth of our work, perhaps."