*
... The sweet face ...
Be its beauty
Its sole duty!

_A Pretty Woman._

Women hate a debt as
Men a gift.

_In a Balcony._

A pretty woman's worth some pains to see,
Nor is she spoiled, I take it, if a crown
Complete the forehead pale and tresses pure.

_Colombe's Birthday._

Sure, 'tis no woman's part to long for battle;
* * * * *
Who conquers mildly
God from afar benignantly regardeth.

_Agamemnon._

Man's best and woman's worse
Amount so nearly to the same thing.

_Daniel Bartoli._

Nature's law ...
Given the peerless woman, certainly
Somewhere shall be the peerless man to match.

_The Inn Album._

Show me where's the woman won without
The help of one lie which she believes--
That--never mind how things have come to pass,
And let who loves have loved a thousand times--
All the same he now loves her only, loves
Her ever....

_The Inn Album._

Girl with sparkling eyes....
* * * * *
What an angelic mystery you are--
* * * * *
You have a full fresh joyous sense of life
That finds you out life's fit food everywhere;
* * * * *
By joyance you inspire joy.

_The Inn Album._

Now makes twice
That I have seen her, walked and talked
With the poor pretty thoughtful thing,
Whose worth I weigh; she tries to sing:
Draws, hopes in time the eye grows nice;
Reads verse and thinks she understands;
Loves all, at any rate, that's great,
Good, beautiful....

_Dis Aliter Visum._

Wave my lady dear a last farewell,
Lamenting who to one and all of us
Domestics was a mother, myriad harms
She used to ward away from every one,
And mollify her husband's ireful mood.

_Balaustion's Adventure._

Men? say you have the power
To make them yours, rule men, throughout life's little hour,
According to the phrase: what follows?
Men, you make,
By ruling them, your own; each man for his own sake
Accepts you as his guide, avails him of what worth
He apprehends in you to sublimate his earth
With fire; content, if so you convey him through night,
That you shall play the su