Is woman's whole existence.

_Don Juan, Canto 1._


Her very smile was haughty, though so sweet;
Her very nod was not an inclination;
There was a self-will even in her small feet,
As though they were quite conscious of her station;--
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But nature teaches more than power can spoil,
And when a strong although a strange sensation
Moves--female hearts are such a genial soil
For kinder feelings, whatsoe'er their nation.
They naturally pour the "wine and oil,"
Samaritans in every situation.

_Don Juan, Canto 5._


The earth has nothing like a she epistle,
And hardly heaven--because it never ends.
I love the mystery of a female missal,
Which like a creed ne'er says all it intends.

_Don Juan, Canto 13._


Her chief resource was in her own high spirit,
Which judged mankind at their due estimation;