O noble Chaucer, whos pullisshyd eloquence
Oure Englysshe rude so fresshely hath set out,
That bounde ar we with all deu reverence,
With all our strength that we can brynge about,
To owe to yow our servyce, and more if we mowte!
But what sholde I say? Ye wote what I entende,
Whiche glad am to please and loth to offende

As old Chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous English poet.

I'm fully qualified, I'm a woman, I was born a woman, I lived a woman, there's no doubt about that.
These people, they are the enemies of success, it's what I call them, it gives my success a special taste because of these attacks.

When I am a woman — O, when I am
a woman,
my wells of salt brim and brim,
poems force the lock of my throat.

The worshipful fader and first foundeur and enbelissher of ornate eloquence in our Englissh. I mene Maister Geffrey Chaucer.

It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.