Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.
A perfect woman's but a softer man.
'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.
For forms of faith let graceless zealots fight; his can't be wrong whose life is in the right.