Beyond is all abyss, eternity, whose end no eye can reach.
In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.
Heav'nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear.