Or gentlemen who, though well-born and bred,
Grow tired of scientific conversation:
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Oh! ye lords of ladies intellectual,
Inform us truly, have they not hen-peck'd you all?

_Don Juan, Canto 1._


What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger
Is woman? what a whirlwind is her head,
And what a whirlpool full of depth and danger
Is all the rest about her! whether wed,
Or widow, maid, or mother, she can change her
Mind like the wind; whatever she has said
Or done, is light to what she'll say or do;--
The oldest thing on record, and yet new!

_Don Juan, Canto 9._


Round her she made an atmosphere of life,
The very air seem'd lighter from her eyes,
They were so soft and beautiful, and rife
With all we can imagine of the skies;--
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Her overpowering presence made you feel,
It would not be idolatry to kneel.

_Don Juan, Canto 3._