"rosy as the morn"; of the Beguine who nursed Captain Shandy; of the
fille de chamber who walked along the Quai de Conti with Yorick; of
Ameilia Viviani, the inspirer of Shelly's most ecstatic lyric; of
Dryden's masque-loving Lucretia. For, after all,

Is the star any the less starry to the rapt star-gazer when he finds it
to be a tremulous planet?

Cynthia may have blushed in heaven; bit did the blush make her any less
lovely to the Latmian?

Only in the clear and unclouded pool is the star undimmed embosomed.

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They say a woman is capricious. But the consistency of woman's
capriciousness is only exceeded by the capriciousness of man's
consistency.

Man calls woman capricious simply because he is too stupid to comprehend
the laws by which she is swayed. Woman does not call man capricious.
--The inference is obvious.

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To women the profoundest mysteries of the universe give place to two
things: a lover, and a baby.--But perhaps these are the profoundest
mysteries of the universe.

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