CONSTANCE WILDE: I don’t actually think this is how it was, you know. But I can’t resist the fact that this woman had the most appropriate name in the history of ever. None of us deserve a great lady like Mrs. Wilde.

My darling husband sailed his coffin ship
To the pubs where his panthers would feast.
Exploiting the slip ‘twixt my cup and his lip
He got me to pay for the keep of his beast.
He was my sons and he was my sorrow;
My anchor, my crown, who begged for the priest.
I never begged in the path of the harrow;
Women always stand in the way of their tomorrow.