out her.
_Don Juan, Canto IX_. LORD BYRON.

O woman! lovely woman! nature made thee
To temper man; we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
There is in you all that we believe of heaven;
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
_Venice Preserved, Act i. Sc. 1_. T. OTWAY.

Without the smile from partial beauty won,
O, what were man?--a world without a sun.
_Pleasures of Hope, Pt. II_. T. CAMPBELL.

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares,
The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.
_The Beggar's Opera, Act ii. Sc. 1_. J. GAY.

In her first passion, woman loves her lover:
In all the others, all she loves is love.
_Don Juan, Canto III_. LORD BYRON.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart;
'T is woman's whole existence. Man may range
The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart,
Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange
Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart,
And few there are whom these cannot estrange:
Men have all these resources, we but one,--
To love again, and be again undone.
_Don Juan, Canto I_. LORD BYRON.

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.
_King Henry VI., Part I. Act v. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Alas, the love of women! it is known
To be a lovely and a fearful thing;
For all of theirs upon that die is thrown,
And if 't is lost, life hath no more to bring
To them but mockeries of the past atone,
And their revenge is as the tiger's spring,
Deadly and quick and crushing; yet as real
Torture is theirs--what they inflict they feel.
_Don Juan, Canto II_. LORD BYRON.

We call it only pretty Fanny's way.
_An Elegy to an Old Beauty_. T. PARNELL.

The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.
_As You Like It, Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
_The Princess: Prologue_. A. TENNYSON.

If ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it.
_As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 7_. SHAKESPEARE.

Ladies like variegated tulips show,
'T is to their changes half their charms we owe.
Fine by defect, and delicately weak,
Their happy spots the nice admirer take.
_Moral Essays, Pt. II_ A. POPE.

And when a lady's in the case,
You know all other things give place.
_The Hare and Many Friends_ J.