THE reason why we love thee dost thou ask? We love for many reasons joined in one. Because thy face is fair to look upon: Because, when pains or toils our hearts o'ertask, In sunny smiles of thine they love to bask: Because thou honourest all, and harmest none: Because thy froward moods so soon are gone: Thy many faults and foibles were no mask. Because thou art a woman. Unto me A gracious woman is a child mature; Docile, and gentle, though with many a lure Enriched, and, in a soft subjection, free. A sanguine creature, full of winning ways; A thirst for love, and shily pleased with praise, |