Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.
Reason gains all people by compelling none.
Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature's mark to know an honest heart by.
Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.