12 Thou art a wit and a bel esprit,

Living upon flattery.

13 No heart have you, or such

As fancies, like the vermin in a nut,
Have fretted all to dust and bitterness.

14 Thou hast a character refined,
Graced by a cultivated mind,
Where taste and science are enshrined,
And manners that from kindness flow.

15 Not very ugly, and not very old,

A little pert perhaps, but not a scold;

Hervey.

Tennyson.

Dr Syntax.

One that, in short, may help to lead a life
Not farther much from comfort than from strife.

Hobhouse.

16 You're fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star.

Thomas Carew.

17 Thou art a pearl within an oyster shell,

One of the richest of the deep.

18 Thou hast disease, fair maiden, thou art vain, Within that face sit insult and disdain;

Thou art enamour'd of thyself;—my art

Can see the naughty malice of thy heart.

19 Thou art ugly and old,

And a villanous scold.

20 I know thee not, sweet lady, but I know

(At least they know who say so), that thou art
Lovely of form, and innocent of heart;

A creature of meek thoughts, and tears that flow

Shelley.

Crabbe.

Addison.

From quiet love, and happy smiles, that throw

A moonlight round them.

William Sidney Walker.

21 Thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,
But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers.

Taming of the Shrew.

22 In glowing youth, when Nature bids be gay,
And every joy of life before you lay,
By honour prompted, and by pride restrain'd,
The pleasures of the young your soul disdain'd;
Sermons you sought, and with a mien severe
Censured your neighbours, and said daily prayer.

23 In beauty or wit, no mortal as yet

To question your empire has dared.

24 With wondrous gentleness thy looks are fraught, Yet thy wing'd smiles are lightning; and there lies

In the dark depth of those reflective eyes

Pope.

A world of feeling, and a heaven of thought. C. H. Townshend.

25 Though Time (whom none can e'er withstand),

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With stealing steps and ruthless hand,

May blanch the roses on thy cheek,

He cannot sour a temper meek,
Nor from thy lip by force or guile

Remove contentment's cheerful smile.

'Tis thine

With soft compassion's pleading eye to look,
And with benign allowance on each fault,

Alex. Balfour.

Not wearing crime's dark hue, though thee thyself

No such weak errors taint. Thou dost love, applaud,
And emulate whatever has its rise

In glad fraternal kindness.

Anna Seward.

27 Each soft virtue of domestic life,

Of tender parent and of faithful wife,
Kind sister, duteous daughter, friend sincere,
Find in thy bosom a congenial sphere,
Whence all their purest emanations flow,
With pity melt, and with affection glow.

28 Thine is the heart that is gentle and kind,

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Anna Seward.

And light as the feather that sports in the wind. James Hogg.

Glorious as thou art and beautiful,

Yet art thou meek and humble as a flower
Buried in the heart of forest solitude.

30 Thou 'rt a wondrous extract of all goodness.

Hogg

Otway.

31 You're everything by starts, but nothing long.

Dryden.

32 Thou hast a lynx's eye that does not close in sleep,

An ear that listens if a cobweb falls:

A curiosity but once excited leaves

No arts untried until you grasp the secret. Earl of Carlisle.

33 Your tongue is fraught with matter wondrous crude, And in your own defence is voluble and loud.

34 Thou art as dark of heart, as luminous of fancy. Quit, quit, for shame, each false pretence to virtue, And dry thy tears; they are the crocodile's.

35 You are sharper than the east wind.

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Hogg.

Miss Seward.

Tennyson.

You are always false or silly; even your dresses are not more fantastic than your appetites: you think of nothing twice; opinion you have none; to-day you're nice, to

morrow not so free; now smile, then frown; now sorrowful, then glad; now pleased, now not; and all you know not why.

37 It were not well to vex thee with my praises, Yet am I quick to read thy gifts aright;

Loving, sincere, and wise,-in three best phases,

Otway.

Young heart, I note thy characters of light. M. F. Tupper.

38 A nymph of a most wandering and giddy disposition,

Harmonious as the air.

39 A heart within whose sacred cell

The peaceful virtues love to dwell;
Affection warm, a faith sincere,

And soft humanity are there.

40 No art of selfishness

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Thy generous nature knew;

Thy life all love, thy bliss the power to bless,

Constant, true,

Content if to thy lot the world should bring

Enduring suffering.

I know you wise-constant you are,
But yet a woman, and for secrecy

No lady closer, for I well believe

Ben Jonson.

Gray.

John Fisher Murray.

Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know,
And so far I will trust thee, gentle dame.

42 You live secure and innocent, beloved of all,
Praised for your hospitality and prayed for;
You might be envied, but malice knows
Not where
you dwell.

Shakspeare.

James Shirley

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Thy soft persuasive look,

Thy voice that may with music vie,

Thy air that every gazer took,
Thy matchless eloquence of eye,
Thy spirits frolicsome as good,
Thy courage by no ills dismayed,
Thy patience by no wrongs subdued,
Thy gay good humour ne'er can fade.

William Gifford.

44 In youth, with more than learning's wisdom wise; As sainted martyr, patient to endure;

Simple as unwean'd infancy and pure;

Endued with mild redeeming virtues, faith and hope,
Meek resignation, pious charity. Right Hon. Geo. Canning.

45 Never saw I mien or face

In which more plainly I could trace
Benignity and home-bred sense
Ripening in perfect innocence;

A face with gladness overspread,

Soft smiles by human nature bred.

Wordsworth.

46 Nature, who deck'd thy form with beauty's flowers, Exhausted on thy soul her finer powers;

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Taught it with all her energy to feel

Love's melting softness, Friendship's fervid zeal ;

The generous purpose, and the active thought,

With Charity's diffusive spirit fraught;

Vigour of judgment, purity of taste,

Superior parts without their spleenful leaven,

Kindness to Earth, and confidence in Heaven. Wm. Hayley.

You possess

An elegance of mind as well as dress,