It is not so much the being exempt from faults, as having overcome them, that is an advantage to us.

Woman's at best a contradiction still.

A king may be a tool, a thing of straw; but if he serves to frighten our enemies, and secure our property, it is well enough; a scarecrow is a thing of straw, but it protects the corn.

Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.

All nature is but art unknown to thee.

And make each day a critic on the last.

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.