33. You are a gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse, generally allowed for your many warlike, courtlike, and learned preparations.
Merry Wives of Windsor.
34. So gentle, yet so brisk, so wondrous sweet,
Just fit to prattle at a lady's feet.
Churchill.
35. Lord of yourself, though not of lands,
You, having nothing, yet have all.
Sir Henry Wotton.
36. No change comes o'er thy noble brow,
Though ruin is around thee;
Thine eye-beam burns as proudly now
As when the laurel crown'd thee.
Mrs. Child.
37. Some have too much, yet still they crave;
You little have, yet seek no more;
They are but poor, though much they have,
And you are rich with little store.
They poor, you rich; they beg, you give;
They lack, you lend; they pine, you live.
Lord Vaux.
38. With every shifting gale your course you ply,
Forever sunk too low or borne too high.
Pope.
39. You will not bow unto the common things
Men make their idols. You will stand apart
From common men; your sensual appetite
Shall be subservient to your loftier soul.
Mary Howitt.
40. Sloth, the nurse of vices,
And rust of action, is a stranger to you.
Massinger.
41. The worth of the three kingdoms I defy
To lower you to the standard of a lie.
Cowper.
42. I have some comfort in this fellow;
He hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion
Is perfect gallows.
Tempest.
43. You lacke no witte,
You speke whatte bee the trouthe,
And whatte all see is ryghte.
Rowley-(Chatterton.)
44. A man resolved and steady to his trust,
Inflexible to ill, and obstinately just.
Dr. Watts.
45. I know thy generous temper well;
Fling but the appearance of dishonor on it,
It straight takes fire, and mounts into a blaze.
Addison-Cato.
46. Just like a snail through life's dull path you creep,
Your whole existence but a waking sleep.
R. M. Charlton.
47. Your nature is,
That you incline to hope rather than fear,
And gladly banish squint suspicion.
Milton-Comus.
48. A right tender heart,
Melting and easy, yielding to impression,
And catching the soft flame from each new beauty.
Rowe-Jane Shore.
49. The ruby lip, the sparkling eye,
All unavailing prove;
Wandering from fair to fair you fly,
But will not learn to love.
Dr. S. H. Dickson.
50. Never credit me, if I don't think thee more stupid, yea, more obtusely, intensely, and impenetrably thick-skulled, than ever man or woman was before thee.
Fanny Kemble-Star of Seville.
51. Some deem you are a surly man,
But they know not your griefs and fears,
How you have been beloved by one,
Whose image lies "too deep for tears."
Thomas Miller.
52. One charm,
We in your graceful character observe;
That though your passions burn with high impatience,
And sometimes, from a noble heat of nature,
Are ready to fly off, yet the least check
Of ruling reason brings them back to temper,
And gentle softness.
Thomson-Tancred and Sigismunda.
53. You are the fellow at the chimney corner,
Who keeps the fire alive that warms us all.
Fanny Kemble.
54. You love, and would be loved again;
Do but confess it;-you possess a soul,
That what it wishes, wishes ardently.
You would believe you hated, had you power
To love with moderation
Hill-Zara.
55. A soul
Too great, too just, too noble to be happy.
Cibber-Zimena.
56. Though straiter bounds your fortune does confine,
In your large heart is found a wealthy mine
Waller.
57. Your heart has settled in a sea of pride,
Till every part is cold and petrified.
Miss H. F. Gould.
58. Your mirth is the pure spirits of various wit,
Yet never doth your God or friends forget;
And when deep talk and wisdom come in view,
Retires, and gives to them their due
Cowley.
59. You are young, and of
That mould which throws out heroes; fair in favor,
And doubtlessly, with such a form and heart,
Would look into the fiery eyes of war.
Byron-Werner.
60. Calm as evening skies
Is your pure mind, and lighted up with hopes
That open heaven.
Thomson-Tancred and Sigismunda.
WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER?
Table of Contents LADY.
Table of Contents Nevill.-Know'st thou how slight a thing a woman is?
Scudmore.-Yes; and how serious too.
Nathaniel Field-
Woman's a Weathercock. A Comedy.
From Lamb's Specimens of Old Dramatic Poets.
WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER?
LADY.
None know thee but to love thee,
None name thee but to praise.
Halleck.
2. Oh, thou wilt ever be what now thou art,
Nor unbeseem the promise of thy spring;
As fair in form, as warm, yet pure in heart,
Love's image upon earth without its sting.
Byron.
3. Ever o'er thy soul a shadow lies,
Still darkest, when life wears the sunniest skies;
And even when with bliss thy heart beats high,
The swell subsides into a plaintive sigh.
Mrs. Pierson.
4. Sometimes will you laugh, and sometimes cry,
Then sudden you wax wroth, and all you know not why.
Thomson.
5. Thou doest little kindnesses,
Which most leave undone or despise;
For naught that sets one heart at ease,
And giveth happiness or peace,
Is low esteemed in thy eyes.
James R. Lowell.
6. Thou art merry and free,
Thou carest for naebody,
If naebody care for thee.
Burns.
7. Women love you, that you are a woman
More worth than any man; men, that you are
The rarest of all women.
Winter's Tale.
8. Not only good and kind,
But strong and elevated is thy mind;
A spirit that with noble pride
Can look superior down
On fortune's smile or frown;
That can, without regret or pain,
To virtue's lowest duty sacrifice.
Lord Lyttleton.
9. At table you are scrupulous withal;
No morsel from your lips do you let fall,
Nor in your sauce will dip your fingers deep.
Well can you carry a morsel, and well keep,
That not a drop e'er falls upon your breast.
In courtesy your pleasure much doth rest.
Your dainty upper lip you wipe so clean,
That in your cup there is no farthing seen
Of grease, when you have drunk; and for your meat,
Full seemly bend you forward on your seat.
Chaucer.
10. You have a natural, wise sincerity,
A simple truthfulness;
And though yourself not unacquaint with care,
Have in your heart wide room.
James R. Lowell.
11. What you do
Still betters what is done; when you speak, sweet,
We'd have you do it ever.
Winter's Tale.
12. An inward light to guide thee,
Unto thy soul is given,
Pure and serene as its divine
Original in heaven.
James Aldrich.
13. You have no gift at all in shrewishness,
You are a right woman for your cowardice.
Midsummer Night's Dream.
14. The world has won thee, lady, and thy joys
Are placed in trifles, fashions, follies, toys.
Crabbe.
15. Mishap goes o'er thee like a summer cloud;
Cares thou hast none, and they who stand to hear thee,
Catch the infection and forget their own.
Rogers-Italy.
16. Nature for her favorite child,
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