I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by your propinquity to find Your person fair, and feel a certain zest To bear your body's weight upon my breast; So subtly is the fume of life designed, To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind, And leave me once again undone, possessed. Think not for this, however, the poor treason Of my stout blood against my staggering brain, I shall remember you with love, or season My scorn with pity, - let me make it plain: I find this frenzy insufficient reason For conversation when we meet again.

The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.

After the feet of beauty fly my own.

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

You are loved. If so, what else matters?

Evil alone has oil for every wheel.

Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me