Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies.
Oh, isn't life a terrible thing, thank God?
Men are monopolists of "stars, garters, buttons and other shining baubles"- unfit to be the guardians of another person's happiness.
I really think that it's better to retire, in Uncle Earl's terms, when you still have some snap left in your garters.
He had relieved whores beyond counting of frocks, stays, chemises, garters, and stockings. He had never before in his life unbuttoned a gently bred maiden's glove. He'd committed salacious acts beyond number. He'd never before felt so depraved as he did now, as the last pearl came free and he drew the soft kid down, baring her wrist, and his dark fingers grazed the delicate skin he'd exposed.
You are no better than you should be.