Woman's at best a contradiction still.
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart
Education forms the common mind.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.
Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?