8. I sue, and sue in vain; it is most just: When women sue, they sue to be denied. 9. Fee-simple and a simple fee, And all the fees in tail, Are nothing when compar'd to thee, Thou best of fees-fe-male. 10. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd, And hell no fury like a woman scorn'd. YOUNG. CONGREVE'S Mourning Bride. 11. O woman, lovely woman! Nature made thee OTWAY'S Venice Preserved. 12. O woman! dear woman! whose form and whose soul 13. Oh, say not woman's false as fair, That, like the bee, she ranges, Still seeking flowers more sweet and fair, As fickle fancy changes. Ah, no! the love, that first can warm, Will leave her bosom never; No second passion e'er can charm She loves, and loves for ever. 14. Woman! blest partner of our joys and woes! Even in the darkest hour of earthly ill, Untarnish'd yet thy fond affection glows, MOORE. Рососк. Throbs with each pulse, and beats with every thrill! YAMOYDEN. 15. The lords of creation men we call, 16. Its fondness wide as the limitless wave, Yet proud as that which the priestess feels, When she nurses the flame of the shrine where she kneels. MRS. E. C. EMBURY. 17. I would as soon attempt to entice a star 18. Away, away—you 're all the same, A fluttering, smiling, jilting throng! BAILEY'S Festus. 19. Oh! woman wrong'd can cherish hate Hath left revenge its chosen way, Which bound her to the traitor's bosom, Still, 'mid the vengeful fires of hell, Some flowers of old affection blossom. MOORE. J. G. WHITTIER. 20. Oh woman! subtle, lovely, faithless sex! R. T. PAINE. 504 WONDER-WORDS. 21. The man, who sets his heart upon a woman, Is a chameleon, and doth feed on air: From air he takes his colours, holds his life Changes with Varies from north to south-from heat to cold! BULWER'S Lady of Lyons. 22. 'Tis woman's smiles that lull our cares to rest, 1. WONDER. They spake not a word, But, like dumb statues, or breathless stones, SHAKSPEARE. 2. And when they talk of him, they shake their heads, And whisper one another in the ear; And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrist, 3. What mighty contests rise from trivial things! 4. A tale more strange ne'er grac'd the poet's art, And ne'er did fiction play so wild a part. SHAKSPEARE. POPE. TICKELL. WORDS. 1. What you keep by you, you may change and mend; But words, once spoke, can never be recall'd. ROSCOMMON. 2. Words are the soul's ambassadors, which go JAMES HOWEL. 3. But words are things; and a small drop of ink, 1. WORLD. All the world's a stage; And all the men and women merely players: SHAKSPEARE. 2. The world is a great dance, in which we find 3. The world's a stormy sea, CROWN. Whose every breath is strew'd with wrecks of wretches, 4. The world is a well-furnish'd table, Where guests are promiscuously set: And scramble for what they can get. RowE. BICKERSTAFF. 5. 'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd; COWPER'S Task. 506 WORTH-WRITERS, &c. 6. A world, where lust of pleasure, grandeur, gold, — Three demons that divide its realms between them With strokes alternate buffet to and fro 7. Man's restless heart, their sport, their flying ball. What is this world? What but a spacious burial-field unwall'd, 8. This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of wo, There's nothing true but Heaven. BLAIR'S Grave. MOORE. 9. Yes, fair as the syren, but false as her song, MRS. S. J. HALE. |