Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Moral Essays, Epistle IV.  A. POPE.

WOMAN.

  What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger
    Is woman!  What a whirlwind is her head,
  And what a whirlpool full of depth and danger
    Is all the rest about her.
Don Juan, Canto IX.  LORD BYRON.

  O woman! lovely woman! nature made thee
  To temper man; we had been brutes without you. 
  Angels are painted fair, to look like you: 
  There is in you all that we believe of heaven;
  Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
  Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Venice Preserved, Act i.  Sc. 1.  T. OTWAY.

  Without the smile from partial beauty won,
  O, what were man?—­a world without a sun.
Pleasures of Hope, Pt.  II.  T. CAMPBELL.

  If the heart of a man is depressed with cares,
  The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.
The Beggar’s Opera, Act ii.  Sc. 1.  J. GAY.

  In her first passion, woman loves her lover: 
  In all the others, all she loves is love.
Don Juan, Canto III.  LORD BYRON.

  Man’s love is of man’s life a thing apart;
    ’T is woman’s whole existence.  Man may range
  The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart,
    Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange
  Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart,
    And few there are whom these cannot estrange: 
  Men have all these resources, we but one,—­
    To love again, and be again undone.
Don Juan, Canto I.  LORD BYRON.

  She’s beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
  She is a woman, therefore to be won.
King Henry VI., Part I. Act v.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Alas, the love of women! it is known
    To be a lovely and a fearful thing;
  For all of theirs upon that die is thrown,
    And if ’t is lost, life hath no more to bring
  To them but mockeries of the past atone,
    And their revenge is as the tiger’s spring,
  Deadly and quick and crushing; yet as real
  Torture is theirs—­what they inflict they feel.
Don Juan, Canto II.  LORD BYRON.

We call it only pretty Fanny’s way. An Elegy to an Old Beauty.  T. PARNELL.

The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. As You Like It, Act iii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,
  And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
The Princess:  Prologue.  A. TENNYSON.

  If ladies be but young and fair,
  They have the gift to know it.
As You Like It, Act ii.  Sc. 7.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Ladies like variegated tulips show,
  ’T is to their changes half their charms we owe. 
  Fine by defect, and delicately weak,
  Their happy spots the nice admirer take.
Moral Essays, Pt.  II A. POPE.