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?

SHAKSPEARE.

POPE.

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,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
What is she but a foul, contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?

5. She who ne'er answers till a husband cools,
And, if she rules him, never shows she rules;
Charms by accepting, by submitting sways,
Yet has her humour most when she obeys.

6. Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?

SHAKSPEARE.

POPE.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

7. When envy's sneer would coldly blight his name,

And busy tongues are sporting with his fame,
Who solves each doubt, clears every mist away,
And makes him radiant in the face of day?
She, who would peril fortune, fame, and life,
For man, the ingrate the devoted wife.

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.

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WINE-WINTER, &c.

10. Say, shall I love the fading beauty less,

Whose spring-time radiance has been wholly mine? No- come what will, thy steadfast truth I'll bless, age thine own-for ever thine!

In youth, in

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, -
Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwell

In subtler essence

-ye, to whom the tops

Of mountains inaccessible are haunts,

And earth's and ocean's caves familiar things -
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
Did quarrel with the noblest
And put it to a foil.

grace she own'd,

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,
Not men for them. It follows, then,
Men have a right to every one,
And they no freedom of their own;
And therefore men have power to choose,
But they no charter to refuse.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

5. In men we various ruling passions find;

In women,
Those only fix'd, they first or last obey,
The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.

two almost divide the kind:

POPE'S Moral Essays.

6. When love once pleads admission to our hearts,

In spite of all the virtue we can boast,
The woman that deliberates is lost."

ADDISON'S Cato.

7. Seek to be good, but aim not to be great:
A woman's noblest station is retreat;
Her fairest virtues fly from public sight,
Domestic worth, that shuns too strong a light.

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,

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
To temper man; we had been brutes without thee!

OTWAY'S Venice Preserved.

12. O woman! dear woman! whose form and whose soul
Are the light and the life of each spell we pursue, -
Whether sunn'd in the tropics, or chill'd at the pole,
If woman be there, there is happiness too!

13. Oh, say not woman's false as fair, That, like the bee, she ranges,

MOORE.

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,

Рососк.

Throbs with each pulse, and beats with every thrill!
When sorrow rends the heart, when feverish pain
Wrings the hot drops of anguish from the brow,
To soothe the soul, to cool the burning brain,
Oh! who so welcome and so prompt as thou?

YAMOYDEN.