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A woman may be made.
_To a Young Lady_. W. WORDSWORTH.

Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low.--an excellent thing in woman.
_King Lear, Act v. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
_Romeo and Juliet, Act iv. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

And yet believe me, good as well as ill,
Woman 's at best a contradiction still.
_Moral Essays, Epistle II_. A. POPE.

For woman is not undeveloped man
But diverse; could we make her as the man
Sweet love were slain; his dearest bond is this:
Not like to like but like in difference.
_The Princess, XII_. A. TENNYSON.

Through all the drama--whether damned or not--
Love gilds the scene, and women guide the plot.
_The Rivals: Epilogue_. R.B. SHERIDAN.

YOUTH.

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very Heaven!
_The Prelude, Bk. XI_. W. WORDSWORTH.

O Life! how pleasant in thy morning,
Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!
Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning,
We frisk away,
Like school-boys at th' expected warning,
To joy and play.
_Epistle to James Smith_. R. BURNS.

O, would I were a boy again,
When life seemed formed of sunny years,
And all the heart then knew of pain
Was wept away in transient tears!
_O, would I were a boy again_. M. LEMON.

This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
_Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

Long as the year's dull circle seems to run
When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one.
_Imitations of Horace, Epistle I. Bk, I_. A. POPE.

A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
_Don Juan, Canto XV_. LORD BYRON.

"Young, gay, and fortunate!" Each yields a theme.
And, first, thy youth: what says it to gray hairs?
Narcissa, I'm become thy pupil now;--
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
_Night Thoughts, Night V_. DR. E. YOUNG.

This bud of lovely Summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
_Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

The nimble-footed mad-cap Prince of Wales,
And his comrades, that daffed the world aside,
And bid it pass.
_King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act iv. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

Is in the very May-morn of his youth,
Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprise