3. You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart. SHAKSPEARE. 4. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, 5. She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, SHAKSPEARE. 6. Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life? POPE. BYRON'S Don Juan. 7. When envy's sneer would coldly blight his name, And busy tongues are sporting with his fame, 8. To share existence with her, and to gain Sparks from her love's electrifying chain. 9. When on thy bosom I recline, Enraptur'd still to call thee mine, To call thee mine for life, I glory in the sacred ties, Which modern wits and fools despise, Of husband and of wife. CAMPBELL. LINDLEY MURRAY. 500 WINE - WINTER, &c. 10. Say, shall I love the fading beauty less, Whose spring-time radiance has been wholly mine? So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't. SHAKSPEARE. 2. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags? What is 't you do? 3. Ye spirits of the unbounded universe! SHAKSPEARE. Whom I have sought in darkness and in shade, - I call upon ye, by the written charm Which gives me power upon you— rise! appear ! BYRON'S Manfred 1. WOMAN. For several virtues I have liked several women; never any With so full a soul, but some defect in her SHAKSPEARE. 2. We cannot fight for love, as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. SHAKSPEARE. 3. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. SHAKSPEARE. 4. For women first were made for men, BUTLER'S Hudibras. 5. In men we various ruling passions find; POPE'S Moral Essays. 6. When love once pleads admission to our hearts, In spite of all the virtue we can boast, ADDISON'S Cato. 7. Seek to be good, but aim not to be great: LORD LYTTLETON. 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, 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, 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 More deep and dark than manhood may, But when the mockery of fate Hath left revenge its chosen way, Which bound her to the traitor's bosom, Still, 'mid the vengeful fires of hell, MOORE. J. G. WHITTIER. 20. Oh woman! subtle, lovely, faithless sex! R. T. PAINE. |