For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
"Biographical Essays"
Thomas de Quincey
unfirm the earth, with water mix'd and air; Opaque the air; unfluid were the waves.
"The Metamorphoses of Publius Ovidus Naso in English blank verse Vols. I & II"
Ovid
The next moment he repeats this: "For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, Than women's are."
"The Man Shakespeare"
Frank Harris