Honor to women! to them it is given To garden the earth with the roses of Heaven. 2083 SCHILLER:  Honor to Women.

Nothing lovelier can be found
In woman, than to study household good,
And good works in her husband to promote.
2084
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ix., Line 232.

O woman! lovely woman!  Nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you. 2085 OTWAY:  Venice Preserved, Act i., Sc. 1.

Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman’s will?  For if she will, she will, you may depend on ’t; And if she won’t, she won’t; so there’s an end on ’t. 2086 Copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the
  Dane John Field, Canterbury. [Examiner:  May 31, 1829.]

And yet believe me, good as well as ill, Woman’s at best a contradiction still.  Heaven, when it strives to polish all it can Its last best work, but forms a softer man. 2087 POPE:  Moral Essays, Epis. ii., Line 269.

Earth’s noblest thing, a woman perfected. 2088 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL:  Irene.

And whether coldness, pride, or virtue, dignify A woman; so she’s good, what does it signify? 2089 BYRON:  Don Juan, Canto xiv., St. 57.

Oh, woman! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade
By the light quivering aspen made;
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!
2090
SCOTT:  Marmion, Canto vi., St. 30.

The woman that deliberates is lost. 2091 ADDISON:  Cato, Act iv., Sc. 1.

A woman mixed of such fine elements
That were all virtue and religion dead
She’d make them newly, being what she was.
2092
GEORGE ELIOT:  The Spanish Gypsy, Bk. ii.

Till we are built like angels, with hammer, and chisel, and pen, We will work for ourselves and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen. 2093 RUDYARD KIPLING:  An Imperial Rescript.

=Wonder.=

A schoolboy’s tale, the wonder of an hour! 2094 BYRON:  Ch.  Harold, Canto ii., St. 2.

=Woodland.=

Yon woodland, like a human mind,
  Has many a phase of dark and light;
Now dim with shadows wandering blind,
  Now radiant with fair shapes of light.
2095
PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE:  The Woodland.

=Woodman.=

Woodman, spare that tree! 
  Touch not a single bough! 
In youth it sheltered me,
  And I’ll protect it now.
2096
GEORGE P. MORRIS:  Woodman, Spare that Tree.

=Woods.=

Fresh gales and gentle airs
Whisper’d it to the woods, and from their wings
Flung rose, flung odors from the spicy shrub.
2097
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. viii., Line 508.

=Words.=

’Tis well said again,
And ’tis a kind of good deed to say well: 
And yet words are no deeds.
2098
SHAKS.:  Henry VIII., Act iii., Sc. 2.