But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much of selfishness and more suspicion. Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, but form good housekeepers, to breed a nation.

A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.

And hold up to the sun my little taper.

Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.