Women are as roses; whose fair flower,
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.
Honor to women! to them it is given
To garden the earth with the roses of Heaven.
SCHILLER: _Honor to Women._
Nothing lovelier can be found
In woman, than to study household good,
And good works in her husband to promote.
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 232.
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man; we had been brutes without you.
OTWAY: _Venice Preserved,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't;
And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on 't.
_Copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the
Dane John Field, Canterbury._ [_Examiner_: May 31, 1829.]
And yet believe me, good as well as ill,
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Heaven, when it strives to polish all it can
Its last best work, but forms a softer man.
POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 269.
Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected.
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Irene._
And whether coldness, pride, or virtue, dignify
A woman; so she's good, what does it signify?
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiv., St. 57.
Oh, woman! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade
By the light quivering aspen made;
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!
SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., St. 30.
The woman that deliberates is lost.
ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
A woman mixed of such fine elements
That were all virtue and religion dead
She'd make them newly, being what she was.
GEORGE ELIOT: _The Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. ii.
Till we are built like angels, with hammer, and chisel, and pen,
We will work for ourselves and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.
RUDYARD KIPLING: _An Imperial Rescript._