But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware.

Some people always sigh in thanking God.

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!

The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.

She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?