Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
Order, thou eye of action.
Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.
Law that shocks equity is reason's murderer.
Shun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself--for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.