She Feared No Danger, For She Knew

Second Thoughts, They Say, Are Best.

Who Climbs The Grammar-tree, Distinctly Knows Where Noun, And Verb, And Participle Grows.

Thoughts Cannot Form Themselves In Words So Horrid As Can Express My Guilt.

Let Those Find Fault Whose Wit's So Very Small, They've Need To Show That They Can Think At All; Errors, Like Straws, Upon The Surface Flow; He Who Would Search For Pearls, Must Dive Below. Fops May Have Leave To Level All They Can; As Pigmies Would Be Glad To Lop A Man. Half-wits Are Fleas; So Little And So Light, We Scarce Could Know They Live, But That They Bite.

Woman's Honor Is Nice As Ermine; It Will Not Bear A Soil.