Wolf. The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore. THOMAS CAMPBELL, Pleasures of Hope, i, st. 7

You may as well use question with the wolf
Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb.

SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iv, 1

Woman. When Eve brought woe to all mankind
Old Adam called her wo-man;

But when she wooed with love so kind,
He then pronounced her woo-man.
But now, with folly and with pride,
Their husbands' pockets trimming,
The women are so full of whims

That men pronounce them wimmen!

ANONYMOUS, Woman

Oh, woman! woman! thou should'st have few sins
Of thine own to answer for! Thou art the author
Of such a book of follies in a man,

That it would need the tears of all the angels
To blot the record out!

E. G. BULWER-LYTTON, The Lady of Lyons, v,

Say the world is a nettle;
Grasp it firmly, it stings not.
If you would not be stung, it
Avoid it or crush it.

disturb it, it stings:
On one of two things,
behoves you to settle:

She tried

I

With the weak hand of woman to thrust it aside,
And it stung her. A woman is too slight a thing
To trample the world without feeling its sting.1
E. R. BULWER-LYTTON ("OWEN MEREDITH"),
Lucile, iii, 2

As father Adam first was fooled,

A case that's still too common,

Here lies a man a woman ruled

The devil ruled the woman.

BURNS, On a Hen-pecked Country Squire

Extreme in love or hate, in good or ill,

The worst of crimes had left her woman still!

BYRON, The Corsair, Canto iii, st. 16

Nor wife nor maiden, weak or brave,
Can stand and face the public stare,
And win the plaudits she may crave,
And stem the hisses she may dare,

And modest truth and beauty save.- - J. G. HOLLAND, The Mistress

of the Manse: Love's Philosophies, vii

Woman Continued

Woman! thy vows are traced in sand.1

BYRON, To Woman

Till Hymen brought his love-delighted hour,
There dwelt no joy in Eden's rosy bower!

The world was sad! the garden was a wild!
And man, the hermit, sighed till woman smiled!
CAMPBELL, Pleasures of Hope, ii, st. 4

But what is woman? Only one of
Nature's agreeable blunders.

HANNAH COWLEY, Who's the Dupe? ii, 2

She married,- well, a woman needs
A mate, her life and love to share,—
And little cares sprang up like weeds
And played around her elbow-chair.

F. S. CozzENS, An Experience and a Moral

The best

O woman, God beloved in old Jerusalem! among us need deal lightly with thy faults, if only for the punishment thy nature will endure, in bearing heavy evidence against us, on the Day of Judgment.

DICKENS, Martin Chuzzlewit, II, iii

First, then, a woman will, or won't, depend on 't;
If she will do 't, she will; and there's an end on 't."
But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,
Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.

1 Woman's faith, and woman's trust Write the characters in dust;

AARON HILL, Epilogue to Zara

Stamp them on the running stream,
Print them on the moon's pale beam,
And each evanescent letter

Shall be clearer, firmer, better,
And more permanent, I ween,

Than the thing those letters mean.

SCOTT, The Truth of Woman, st. 1

2 Where is the man who has the power and skill

To stem the torrent of a woman's will?

For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't;

And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on 't.

ANONYMOUS, Lines on a pillar in Dane John Field, Canterbury, quoted in The Examiner (London), May 31, 1829

Men, dying, make their wills, but wives

Escape a work so sad;

Why should they make what all their lives
The gentle dames have had?

He is a fool who thinks by force or skill
To turn the current of a woman's will.

J. G. SAXE, Woman's Will

SIR S. TUKE, Adventures of Five Hours, v, 3

At the first

I would have a woman as true as Death. real lie which works from the heart outward, she should be tenderly chloroformed into a better world.

HOLMES, Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, xi

Hapless woman ne'er can say,

"My work is done," till judgment day.

ST. JOHN HONEYWOOD, Darby and Joan, i

It's oh! to be a slave

Along with the barbarous Turk,

Where woman has never a soul to save,

If this is Christian work!

HOOD, The Song of the Shirt, st. 2

Oh, the years we waste and the tears we waste
And the work of our head and hand

Belong to the woman who did not know

And did not understand.

KIPLING, The Vampire, st. 2

Oh, the toil we lost and the spoil we lost
And the excellent things we planned
Belong to the woman who did n't know why

And did not understand.

It is the fate of woman

Ibid., st. 4

Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless,

Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Running through caverns of darkness, unheard, unseen, and unfruitful,

Chafing their channels of stone, with endless and profitless murmurs.

LONGFELLOW, Courtship of Miles Standish, vi,

lines 29-35

Praise of the virtuous woman, as she is described in the Proverbs,1

How the heart of her husband doth safely trust in her always,

How all the days of her life she will do him good, and not evil,

How she seeketh the wool and the flax and worketh

with gladness,

How she layeth her hand to the spindle and holdeth the distaff,

How she is not afraid of the snow for herself or her household,

Knowing her household are clothed with the scarlet cloth of her weaving! Ibid., viii, lines 34-40

1 Proverbs xxxi, 10-21.

Woman Continued

A cunning woman is a knavish fool.

LORD LYTTELTON, Advice to a Lady

How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman;
It is so seldom heard, that, when it speaks,

It ravishes all senses. MASSINGER, The Old Law, iv, 2

Thus it shall befall

Him who, to worth in woman overtrusting,
Lets her will rule; restraint she will not brook;
And, left to herself, if evil thence ensue,

She first his weak indulgence will accuse

MILTON, Paradise Lost, IX, lines 1182-1186

Here woman reigns, the mother, daughter, wife,
Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life;
In the clear heaven of her delightful eye,
An angel-guard of loves and graces lie;
Around her knees domestic duties meet,
And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet.

JAMES MONTGOMERY, The West Indies, iii, 1

Who trusts himself to woman or to waves
Should never hazard what he fears to lose.

JOHN OLDMIXON, The Governor of Cyprus, iii
I'd leave the world for him that hates a woman.
Woman, the fountain of all human frailty!
What mighty ills have not been done by woman!
Who was 't betrayed the Capitol? A woman.
Who lost Mark Antony the world? A woman.
Who was the cause of a long ten years' war,
And laid at last old Troy in ashes? Woman,
Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman!1

THOMAS OTWAY, The Orphan, iii, 1

O woman! lovely woman! 2 Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you;
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:

There's in you all that we believe of Heaven,

Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,

Eternal joy, and everlasting love.

THOMAS OTWAY, Venice Preserved, i, 1

Here rests a woman, good without pretence,
Blessed with plain reason and with sober sense :
No conquests she, but o'er herself, desired,
No arts essayed, but not to be admired.

1Oh, most pernicious woman! 2 Woman, lovely woman!

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 5 COWPER, Progress of Error, line 274

Passion and pride were to her soul unknown,
Convinced that virtue only is our own.
So unaffected, so composed a mind;
So firm, yet soft; so strong, yet so refined;
Heaven, as its purest gold, by tortures tried ;1
The saint sustained it, but the woman died.

POPE, Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet

Woman, the last; the best reserved of God."

POPE, January and May, line 64

O woman! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade

By the light quivering aspen made;

When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou! 3

SCOTT, Marmion, vi, 30

Do you know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak. SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, iii, 2

A woman's thought runs before her actions. —Ibid., iv, I

'T is said a woman's fitness comes by fits.

SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline, iv, I

One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul! she's dead. SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, v, I

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.4

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part I, v, 3

Oh, tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part III, i, 4

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

5

1 Mrs. Corbet died of cancer.

2Cf. HEAVEN.

SHAKESPEARE, King Lear, iii, 2

3 Woman's at best a contradiction still.

Who is 't can read a woman?

POPE, Moral Essays, Epistle ii, line 270
SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline, v, 5

4 She is a woman, therefore may be wooed; She is a woman, therefore may be won; She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.

Angelo. Women are frail too.

SHAKESPEARE, Titus Andronicus, ii, 1

Isabella. Ay; as the glasses where they view themselves.

Nay, call us ten times frail,

For we are soft as our complexions are,

And credulous to false prints.- SHAKESPEARE, Measure for Measure, ii, 4