Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Exceeding joy and never-ending peace.
Shakespeare says:—
The hand that made you fair, hath made you good.
The light texture of her fibres and organs, render her so easy to conduct to excellence; so ready of submission to the enterprise and power of man. Woman is capable of being formed to the purest purposes; to everything which can deserve praise or affection; highly sensitive to beauty and symmetry, she does not always take time to reflect on extreme consequences where love is involved.
Euripides says:—
That love alone, which virtue's laws control,
Deserves reception in the human soul.
But woman says:—
Time, force, and death,
Do to this body what extremes you can;
But the strong base and building of my love,
Is as the very centre of the earth,
Drawing all things to it.
To think profoundly is rather the province of the man; sensibility lives in the magnificent dominions of woman. She rules more effectually than man; her power is by tender looks, tears, and sighs—capable of the sweetest sympathies, the most profound emotion, the utmost humility, and the excess of enthusiasm; in her fair countenance are the signs of sanctity and innocence, which produce miraculous results. By the irritability of her nerves, arises incapacity for deep inquiry and firm decision; her extreme sensitiveness sometimes emboldens her to traverse dangerous paths, and sometimes she affects to rejoice in that which agonizes her, and, at times, she becomes the most rapturous enthusiast.
A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled—
