“The widow cries out at the door, The light of my mind has gone out, O my mother, with his death. So cry out, O soul brides of the Husband Lord, and dwell on the Glorious Praises of the True Lord.” MindSoulLightMotherLordGoneDoorsCryHusbandPraiseGloriousBridesWidowsOf My Mind Author:Guru Nanak
“Let still woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner to be lost and warn, Than women's are.” HeartStillsLostLevelsBoysHusbandPraiseLongingFancyEldersGiddyWaveringTwelfth Night Important Author:William Shakespeare