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3. Each was the other's mirror, and but read
VANITY. (See PRIDE.)
1. Wherefore did nature pour her bounties forth
2. The earth was made so various, that the mind
3. Variety's the source of joy below,
From which still fresh revolving pleasures flow;
-No sweet bird,
That beats the pathless void, but pours new notes,
5. Countless the various species of mankind,
Countless the shades which sep'rate mind from mind;
Each has his will, and each pursues his own.
1. They seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
2. A wife! Ah, gentle deities! can he Who has a wife, e'er feel adversity?
3. You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
4. Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
5. She who ne'er answers till a husband cools,
6. Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?
7. When envy's sneer would coldly blight his name,
8. To share existence with her, and to gain Sparks from her love's electrifying chain.
9. When on thy bosom I recline,
To call thee mine for life,
BYRON'S Don Juan.
10. Say, shall I love the fading beauty less,
Whose spring-time radiance has been wholly mine?
A. A. WATTS.
What are these,
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
2. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags? What is 't you do?
3. Ye spirits of the unbounded universe!
Whom I have sought in darkness and in shade,—
Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwell
In subtler essence
And earth's and ocean's caves familiar things —
I call upon ye, by the written charm
Which gives me power upon you
For several virtues
I have liked several women; never any
2. We cannot fight for love, as men may do;
3. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so.
4. For women first were made for men,
5. In men we various ruling passions find;
7. Seek to be good, but aim not to be great:
POPE'S Moral Essays.
6. When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
In spite of all the virtue we can boast,