_In a Balcony._


A pretty woman's worth some pains to see,
Nor is she spoiled, I take it, if a crown
Complete the forehead pale and tresses pure.

_Colombe's Birthday._


Sure, 'tis no woman's part to long for battle;
* * * * *
Who conquers mildly
God from afar benignantly regardeth.

_Agamemnon._


Man's best and woman's worse
Amount so nearly to the same thing.

_Daniel Bartoli._


Nature's law ...
Given the peerless woman, certainly
Somewhere shall be the peerless man to match.

_The Inn Album._