Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.
Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.
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.