Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.
Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.
Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.
And write about it, Goddess, and about it!
Two purposes in human nature rule. Self- love to urge, and reason to restrain.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.