Of perseverance, which I would not copy.

_Sardanapalus, A. 2._


She was pensive more than melancholy,
And serious more than pensive, and serene,
It may be, more than either ...
The strangest thing was, beauteous, she was wholly
Unconscious, albeit turn'd of quick seventeen,
That she was fair, or dark, or short, or tall;
She never thought about herself at all.

_Don Juan, Canto 6.
_

A learned lady, famed
For every branch of every science known--
In every Christian language ever named,
With virtues equall'd by her wit alone.
She made the cleverest people quite ashamed,
And even the good with inward envy groan,
Finding themselves so very much exceeded
In their own way by all the things that she did.

_Don Juan, Canto 1._


'Tis pity learned virgins ever wed
With persons of no sort of education,