't Is Woman That Seduces All Mankind;

Fair Is The Kingcup That In Meadow Blows, Fair Is The Daisy That Beside Her Grows.

Twas When The Seas Were Roaring With Hollow Blasts Of Wind, A Damsel Lay Deploring, All On A Rock Reclined.

I Never, With Important Air, In Conversation Overbear. . . . . My Tongue Within My Lips I Rein; For Who Talks Much Must Talk In Vain.

Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispelled When A Woman Appears.