To Have A Great Man

Too Dear I Prized A Fair Enchanting Face: Beauty Unchaste Is Beauty In Disgrace.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

It Is The Bold Man Who Every Time Does Best, At Home Or Abroad.

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.

Persuasive Speech, And More Persuasive Sighs, Silence That Spoke And Eloquence Of Eyes.