The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.

Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.

But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.

Can't I another's face commend, Or to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead louers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

Now, in my opinion, a woman has no business with Power-Power admits no equal, and dismisses friendship for flattery. Besides, it keeps the men at a distance, and that is not always what we wish.