Women, As They Are Like

Dear Fatal Name! Rest Ever Unreveal'd, Nor Pass These Lips In Holy Silence Seal'd. Hide It, My Heart, Within That Close Disguise, Where Mixed With Gods, His Lov'd Idea Lies: O Write It Not, My Hand - The Name Appears Already Written - Wash It Out, My Tears! In Vain Lost Eloisa Weeps And Prays, Her Heart Still Dictates, And Her Hand Obeyes.

Lo, What Huge Heaps Of Littleness Around!

Never Elated When Someone's Oppressed, Never Dejected When Another One's Blessed.

Praise From A Friend, Or Censure From A Foe, Are Lost On Hearers That Our Merits Know.

Reason's Whole Pleasure, All The Joys Of Sense, Lie In Three Words,-health, Peace, And Competence.