Foolishness and criticism are so apt, do so naturally go together!
Large, musing eyes, neither joyous nor sorry.
Most illogical Irrational nature of our womanhood, That blushes one way, feels another way, And prays, perhaps another!
For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.
Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.
Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.